I reckon you take all that gear off 'em they'd be just as fast as you goggle wearin' fucks. Killer legs on 'em I bet.
I'm sooner scared of the big bastard with a gun than you fuckin' string beans sprinting at me. Full offense.
Yโknow for the life of me I still havenโt figured out how they climb things. All that gear and theyโฆthatโs besides the point nevermind. You can hear dozers coming in from a mile away. They move slower than erosion and canโt really back up their bark with much bite.
That's them. That ain't me. If anything, ya' dozer buddies are way better at puttin' fear into me. 'Least someone on your force knows how to kick ass and take a couple good shots.
Itโs the intimidation factor that counts. Only ones who that doesnโt seem to scare is you freaks. Even then, couple of you have seemed rather alarmed to catch a boot in the ribs in the past.
Maybe if we brought some more ammo with us on heists rather than jammers and sentry guns I wouldn't have to resort to stabbin' a buncha pigs out in the open.
Not much would happen during this encounter. He might see her watching him, but she didn't confront him.
Though, after today, if he was vigilant, he might see that very same black and red van tailing him in various locations.
I'm not swinging shit, mate it's just a trigger pull from the hip. Takes a split second. Not to mention your gears noisy as a bitch. Gives me like 10 seconds to prepare for your arrival.
Ha, Iโd like to see you try. Iโll make you kiss the floor before you even get a swing in, you snaggletoothed monster. Iโd be surprised if you still had that hung ho attitude after