"Our goal is to...defend the innocent or some shit like that. We're probably going to be convicted for a crime we didn't commit, escape a maximum security prison and live in the San Diego underground as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if you can't get anyone else to help, and if you can find us...you can call on...the G-Team."
A explosion full of nostalgia occurs behind me and Paddy.
Doctor Com watches the nostalgia commercial. "Well. That's new. I'll follow you."
He aims his cannon at Ryan again, and fires another 20 knives into him, killing him. "So, whats the deal with this 'sig' person?"
Doctor Com raised his eyebrow. "If they really wanted to fuck with his head, they should have made him have parts of both genders."
He impales Ryan some more with his cannon. Ryan now has 20 knives stabbed through him. "So, what can I do?"
Doctor Com watches as the bullet from Ryan hits the iron armor of the closed golf cart.
He drives off, and reaches the holes through space, and pulled out a needle and thread, and began to sow the fabric of time and space together.
"This is why I build machines instead. Because fuck if I know. Oh Xot, by the way, if you're needing a body I can just whip up a robot that looks just like you. And has death swords and shit."
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