[About time, geeze. What took so long, it's not like the guy puts much into his appearance. Clearly. If he did, this whole thing wouldn't be necessary.]
Ahhh!
[Handsome Jack shoots a pair of finger guns at the conspirator's whisper.]
Damn right. And look at this, you're getting the perks already!
[Doom Boner slides off of Jack's lap in an oozing sprawl of fur and flab, to sniff curiously at the Murkrow, tongue lolling out. Which leaves Jack free to stand up, stretching to pop his back. The cold doesn't really agree with him here.]
[Mainly because he's fifty years old and lacks access to all the advancements Hyperion had to keep him looking and feeling twenty years younger.]
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[About time, geeze. What took so long, it's not like the guy puts much into his appearance. Clearly. If he did, this whole thing wouldn't be necessary.]
Ahhh!
[Handsome Jack shoots a pair of finger guns at the conspirator's whisper.]
Damn right. And look at this, you're getting the perks already!
[Doom Boner slides off of Jack's lap in an oozing sprawl of fur and flab, to sniff curiously at the Murkrow, tongue lolling out. Which leaves Jack free to stand up, stretching to pop his back. The cold doesn't really agree with him here.]
[Mainly because he's fifty years old and lacks access to all the advancements Hyperion had to keep him looking and feeling twenty years younger.]