*An ball made of an EXTREMELY strong metal forms in front of Mortar, absorbing the explosion*
You facking nuts man? Sooner or later you'll run out of jet fuel, and you'll be GLAD this ship is still here!
*He holds his position, aiming his blade, now seven feet long, towards Cannon*
You are the new guy now, and it's MY job to put you in your place!
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