"Jazz, dear god mech. What the heck were you thinking??! How on earth did you get your legs torn off?????"
“Heh well…agh. It…it’s a long story….it involved a truck an..and robber….heh…well and the r-obese was….a big b-brute.” He coughs and leans against the wall of the place he had been hiding in. “….s-sorry for….getting this badly h-hurt.”












