Rcharacter shaming sign: I take credit for explosions that I was not responsible for.
Slit scoffs. “And who’s sayin’ they weren’t mine, huh? Me? Lie? Nah,” the lancer fibs to himself. The twitch of a grin gives him away (though literally nobody else is around).
The cardboard left next to his and Nux’s bunk is quickly disposed of. He’ll have to punch Morsov in the face for this after lunch.










