Seeing his captain arrive, Gilbert hurriedly waddles over to him.
"Hey, Inigo. That crazy bitch Crystal... she uh, ordered me to slam the Plan B into a helicopter that was following us..."
He whispers, throwing a quick glance at her.
"So the ship isn't here anymore. Cause, you know, it sort of blew up. We almost destroyed the helicopter too! But they had military men armed with guns, and well, the poor Plan B never really stood a chance. She could have won if we had gotten a better first hit I suppose; almost ran right through that helicopter the first try! Haha... ha... ha... So yeah, we sort of, kind of, maybe don't have that secondary ship anymore. I wouldn't bring it up to Crystal though. I mean, she actually wanted to chop the heads off of these Red jacket guys and put them on spikes, then throw the spikes into a strip club! Crazy right? Cutting off of their heads was disturbing to begin with, but putting them on spikes makes me thinks she wants people to worship her like some pagan god of death or something. So I think it's in the best interests of everyone if we just, you know, let it go and never ever mention it again. Right? That sounds good, right? On the plus side we saw some ninjas. I mean, not real ninjas, cause they used guns rather than superior Japanese katanas, but we saw some. Of course, Crystal scared them off though. They were the poor bastards that she ordered cut the heads off. The ninjas and red guys were enemies to begin with, they even offered to help us off them, but I guess there are limits that ever fake ninjas won't cross. Those limits namely being cutting heads off and putting them on spikes. On the plus side we were able to kill the red guys without much issue. We planted bombs and blew them up without much effort. Crystal idea again, as you might have guessed. We even killed the brother of Genny, before he could give us information. I guess since we were able to find Genny anyway we didn't really need him alive, but it sort of felt cruel and unfair to just slaughter all of them like that. I mean, we're bounty hunters sure, but we ain't hired hit men... I mean, we're not right? I didn't sign up to kill people. Well, I sort of did. Only in situations and scenarios where we absolutely have to, or if it's safer to do so. We have to prioritize ourselves over others, right? Yeah, that's what I thought too. We're supposed to be swashbuckling bounty hunters, not murderous bastards. I mean sure, we handed off what was probably an innocent person trying to make a difference in this lawless galaxy to a large, evil corporation that was probably behind some massive sinister plot, but is that really so wrong? Especially if we get paid? I don't think so, not really. Well, okay, maybe a little bit, but is it really so wrong to do something wrong every once in a while if it means getting paid? Who knows, maybe this Genny fellow is fine? Maybe he's getting the proper treatment now that he's back at LifeCyclon Corporation in order to get him heathy again? They'd likely only do that in order to get more information out of him before they kill him for his betrayal, but him getting help is still an upside, right? Oh! We saw Cold Rock as well. I'm sure you've already seen his bastardized version of our adventure on tv, but it was still pretty cool to see him, and be on tv. Even if it wasn't really me. Did you think the TV me was skinnier than the real me? I'd like to think that he was, and that is was Cold Rock doing me a solid by representing the real me rather than the physical me, you know what I mean? The me that he saw me as, even though he never really saw me, since I was hiding under a tarp the whole time. Speaking of tarps have you met Tubbs yet? He's a pretty cool guy, I think. He's with us because we slaughtered his buddies. Yeah, he was a Red Jacket before, but I think he could be a pretty useful servant around here. Plus, he's used to shitty conditions, so we don't even really need to treat him all that well. We should, of course. He's human too and should be treated with a bit of respect, like everyone else. I'm just saying that if we have to make the tough choice between us eating and him eating, I think he'd be okay with us eating instead. He's probably used to going hungry, so he's more well suited for the task. He could be like, the red shirt for the team. Doesn't that sound like a good idea?"
Gilbert will then take a moment to catch his breath, before adding:
"So how did your adventure go?"