"My nephew, come on, let's take a look at these items already!"
Then they wonder why we ain't going nowhere in life; I just want to experience a tiny personal epiphany here, but to no avail, our party's gear junkie won't get off my back.
"Let's look, my brother, let's look, where's the fire? We'll look right away!"
Don't even ask if my reproaches mattered to Sukrucuk; anything coming out of my mouth other than words related to loot bounced right off his thick skull.
"Knock yourself out, wear it to shreds!"
Whether it was luck or because unknown cosmic forces had his back, our tank hit the jackpot every time; the exact gear needed for one of his lacking areas was waiting for him.
"Well well well, my helmet dropped too, I'm feeling like a million bucks!"
When Sukrucuk started praising the gear he scoped out from the corner of his eye, dissenting voices rose from Toraman's front in a way that had never happened before.
