But...
If the enemy were mutants with no anti-air capabilities, this contraption might not be a joke anymore.
"Wait, we could actually drop a few hundred pounds of explosives first!"
Ford • Bombdrill suddenly slapped his palm, realizing and said to Rivet Wheel in front of him, "You're right!"
"Nonsense! When did I ever say that?!"
Rivet Wheel first rebutted subconsciously, then paused suddenly, "Wait? You said I was right?"
Ford laughed heartily and nodded, "Yes, you're absolutely right. Hey, someone turn us toward the five o'clock position, full speed ahead!"
He shouted loudly at the distant helmsman, his whole body trembling with excitement.
Rivet Wheel widened his eyes and waved his hand, "Wait, didn't the Black Vatican Priest order us to wait for Her Highness the Saintess and then..."
"Wasting is shameful, you fool."
