@THEREDHARPY - facial meat RIGHT off.” With a single, obnoxiously loud whistle, Lobo calls his SpazFrag666. In NO time, it swoops down beside him. “Lessa see ‘ere,” he says, sticking his arm down the bottomless satchel attached to its side as if there ISN’T a major brawl -

OFF he falls, recovering not too long after with cuts and broken bones that heal instantly. But just as he recovers, his eyes capture Betty’s hanging jaw, to which he grins. “HAW! Dat look’s more FITTIN’ fer ya’, toots! Not gonna lie, tho’—I want ta’ rip dat hangin’ slab o’ -