Lobo sucked in the air so hard it might as well have been a long toke of that same cigar, exhaling a thin cloud.
‘Course ya say that, bein’ the clone ya wouldn’t think to do anythin’ else but imitate the—’ he flexes. Hard. ‘—Main Man. Capiche?’
❝ If ya was really th' Main Man, you'd be pickin' up bounties 'er slangin' back drinks at th' Scarf 'N' Barf.❞
A large puff of cigar smoke exits Lobo's mouth.
❝ Instead yer huntin' down clones because yer afraid o' bein' one.❞
Just what HE needs right now, another of them clones got out and started sayin’ the buzzwords as if he could pass for the MAIN MAN.
‘That jacket ain’t even real! Look addit!’
Lemme say it again! Bunch’a fans all over the galaxy, that’s what a skag like me gets fer bein’ the most savage, bloodthirsty, best lookin’, most life tookin’, awesomest bastich in the entire fraggin’ universe!
Nah. Bunch’a fans all over the galaxy, that’s what a skag like me gets fer bein’ the most savage, bloodthirsty, best lookin’, most life tookin’, awesomest hunter killer in the entire fraggin’ universe!
Say, who’re you again? Heh! HaHA! HA!
A BAR IN SPACE.
He's been there ten minutes and everyone is already dead. Flex on 'em, piss on 'em and start the rodeo all over again! THE MAIN MAN IS BACK!