Desert Fox: OK… uhh… this is not good. I am going to die here.
Phantom: Hopefully you’ll get out, but let’s focus on the now instead of the later.
*An insect-like skittering could be hear from inside the walls*
Desert Fox: What the hell is that?
Phantom: Who knows? Xarranians are very unpredictable, for all I know he could still be in the room we left him.
Phantom felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked behind himself to see who did it, and…
Tinkerer: Wrong.
He would punch Phantom in the face.
Tinkerer: Did you seriously expect this to be easy? I am one of the greatest minds in this area. I have developed an elaborate, complex, and completely-not-harebrained plan to end the both of you.
Phantom: The hell did I do to you?
Tinkerer: You are helping this woman. And besides, everyone knows what you did to the lost Xarranian colony on the mothership. You killed like, 13 of them!
Desert Fox: That’s all in the pa-
Tinkerer would rush over to her, push Phantom over, and grab her.
Phantom: What the hell are you-
Before Phantom could say another word, he was suddenly held back by 2, long, metallic pincers.
???: Hey, buddy! You afraid of death? Well, too bad!
Phantom: Actually, I feel the opposite. I know what’s on the other side. I know what’s waiting for me. And if you want to pick a fight with me, you better be prepared to go there too…
