Still a demigod, Slick.
What's that? I see. You think you already know my name. You do not know my real name, Jack, just as none of your adversaries on this planet know yours. You only know my nickname.
I still like Big Cal. It's funny, but it also fits him very well, since despite his incredible power, he's still just someone else's puppet.
It's a good nickname too. Befitting of the passive gunslinger charged with initiating the break. I am my master's weapon. His soldier in a war of one bullet fired. But when that bullet clears the barrel, it won't be my finger on the trigger. I'm a facilitator, not an assassin.
I know you understand what I am saying, Jack.
I am going to give you a gun.
And you are going to assassinate the universe.
Yes, good. Placate yourself with the scottie dogs, Slick. My supply is bottomless. I am an excellent host.
Priorities.
Man, Slick's only just re-entered the story, but he's climbing the tier list fast. He's settled back into his role so well, it's like he never left.
Since my father is no longer a well-kept secret, I believe I will make myself comfortable.
I’ll admit that hanging his coat on the Battlefield does earn him a few style points.
Now - let's see how he's screwing with Rose today.