Mario was sitting behind the gate feeling a bit sleepy as he muttered, "What a bunch of softies they are. There's only a few of us at the top of this hill, and they're coming up so carefully. I've been waiting for them for so long that I feel itchy."
He looked to Chekhov and asked, "You fired 48 shots, so how many men did you take out?"
Chekhov kept on speaking as he said, "I'm not as powerful as Boss; my accuracy and prediction is not professional enough. 41 died, so over 80 percent."
Mario was distraught, "So there are 100 people left? You have to save some for me."
