Goodbye¸ Kankee
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A lizard beast slithers up the side of your hijacked walker and starts to plant an explosive device. Clyde¸ your bearish partner¸ cracks a smile¸ bellows¸ and pushes his fuyy mitt through the glass. The lizard tumbles head over claws with a squeal¸ cut off by the device exploding in his hand. Howd we get into this mess? you yell¸ beaming a few shots below. Next time¸ I say we dont even touch a ship if its got anything to do with a Kankee¸ replies your partner. You nod furiously: Next time¸ if there is a next time¸ its Goodbye Kankee.