Badou laughed. "But machine guns add that personal touch. Nothing says I hate you like a few bullets in the ass." Literally. He'd spelled it out once in just that manner and Haine had almost pissed himself laughing. "Then you stomp on the place after, sort of a celebration dance." He added as an afterthought.

That was really a nice thought. Giant robot crushing the institute, flames where he could light a cigarette and watch the carnage, doctors screaming for mercy... Sounded like a nice evening.

"No fire?" Badou asked curiously.