Damien Dark: "Yo, where the hell ya been hidin'? Been a damn century, feels like!"
Well, you look good for someone who has been in Hell all this time…
Damien Dark: "Damn right, I look good. Ain't no way I'm messin' up my 'fit. But listen up, you little punk.
Alright, I’m sorry.. I’m here now, so what’s the plan, boss man?
Damien Dark: "Alright, listen up. We're gonna start by making a list of everyone we need to find and everyone we owe.
Damien Dark: "And then we're gonna find them, one by one. Starting with your sorry ass." smirks
Are we going to war with Jackalope?
Damien Dark: "Hell yeah, we're gonna kick that mutt's ass! But first, we gotta gather our crew and get our shit together."
Damien Dark: "Good, 'cause we ain't got time to waste. Let's get this show on the road." starts walking towards the door
Damien Dark: "What now, punk?"
So, uh, do you have any siblings or children?
Damien Dark: "Children? Hell nah, I ain't about to bring more assholes into this world. And siblings? Nah, I'm an only child, thank God.
Damien Dark: "Now get your ass moving, we've got work to do!" grabs Fleming's arm and pulls him towards the door
Alright, alright. Lead the way, boss.
Damien Dark: "Alright, listen up, ya little twerp. First things first, we need to find ourselves some heavy artillery.
Sure thing, boss. Weapons?
Damien Dark: "Weapons? Damn straight, we're gonna need some serious firepower. Guns, knives, bombs, you name it.
Understood, boss. Weapons acquired. What's next?
Damien Dark: "Next up, we need to find ourselves a hideout. Somewhere secure, where nobody can find us.
Alright, boss. Looking for a safe spot.
Damien Dark: "Good, 'cause we can't afford to be out in the open. We need somewhere tight, where we can lay low and plan our next moves.