Hey duke, Any luck with those Alien bastards?
@doomguy-offical
"ANY luck? Sounds like you're doubting me." Duke cracks his knuckles as he responds, his head tilting back with the gesture and his voice is low in response. The question hits something soft in Duke's comically hard exterior, despite how little he would like to admit it, he had been dealing with those alien bastards for years! And yet, they still kept coming! Not that he minded the busy work, no, but his ego was hurt at the implications that they weren't too scared to keep coming back. He pauses to readjust. "Been kickin' their asses good and plenty, sending them all to whatever hell-hole they crawled out of." He finally responds with a sly smile, his rugged expression softening into something more friendly. "Gotta keep you busy somehow."