"Holy shit, it's you—Fat Bastard!"
SirLagsALot's eyes bulged in disbelief. He leapt forward like a crazed koala and latched onto Bradley, planting sloppy kisses all over his face.
"Heartbroken Loli—goddammit, get your filthy mouth off me!"
Bradley shoved him away with disgust, swiping the spit off his cheek before slapping him hard enough to send him flying.
"How the hell did you know I was here?"
SirLagsALot asked, excitement and shock tangled in his voice. He had been ready to die a hero for Godslayer, and now—poof—his "glory moment" was gone.
"Our buddy Orson. I'm telling you, he's basically an old monster now."
Bradley lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Guy's got built-in wallhacks. Said he spotted someone wandering around this ship in a pair of Super Saiyan boxers. Who else could that be but you?"
"Ah…"
SirLagsALot's face turned crimson. A diehard Super Saiyan fan, his deepest secret exposed just like that?
"Good to see you alive, brother."
