"Fatty, go get the backdoor code for their electronic interference," the little kid shouted.
Fatty froze for a moment and immediately shouted back, "Master Fatty has always done earth-shattering, ghost-crying, and god-howling big things, and you bother me with this kind of minor stuff? Without SkyNet, I can still wipe them out! Shut your mouth, and if you come up with another lousy idea, I'll beat you to death!"
"Coward." Seeing Fatty a bit agitated, the little kid muttered under his breath and closed his mouth, knowing that this righteous Fatty spoke boldly, but when it came to matters of life and death, safety always came first.
"Damn, it's the fourth designation!" As another squad of Mechas passed by, the post-shouting Fatty instinctively shrank his neck and shivered involuntarily, "Is the rear position organized? If the group of four armored divisions breaks through, we're screwed."
