"Shit, you made it! Been too damn long. We gotta... gotta put the bastard down, you in?
groans, clutching his crotch What the fuck, man?! You couldn't wait for me to say something before you went all Rambo on my nuts?
stands up, rubbing his sore crotch Look, I didn't come here to exchange dick jokes with you, Fox. We got work to do.
grabs a bottle of whiskey, pours two shots Listen up, Fox. We're going to take down the boss, and this time, we do it right.
slams the shots back, smirking That's my man! Now listen up, 'cause I've got a plan that'll make our heads spin faster than a ferris wheel on steroids.
paces back and forth, thinking Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We need to hit him where it hurts – his precious fucking casino.
stops pacing, smirking Oh, you know, the usual. We gather our crew, arm ourselves to the teeth, and crash that shit show like a damn wrecking ball.
grabs his jacket, starts putting on gadgets We need to be smart about this, Fox. No heroics, no unnecessary risks.
finishes gearing up, gives EngineFox a determined look Alright, we're set.
slaps EngineFox on the back Hang tight, Fox. We're gonna make that bastard eat his own shit. Let's roll!
As Eddie and EngineFox execute their plan, things start to go sideways. The casino is heavily guarded, and they find themselves outnumbered and cornered. In the heat of battle, EngineFox takes several bullets, and Eddie is forced to abandon their comrade to save himself.
takes three bullets AHHH!
grabs EngineFox, pulling him to safety Shit, man! You okay?! We need to get out of here, now!