"Ya can't have too many guns, bud. Trust meh. Anyhow, this is Dojoville. Da Dojo's further up ahead. Higher on da mountain, too." [i]Jason shifted a little, left hand absentmindedly popping the knuckles on his right, through his armour. Why pop the knuckles on a mechanical arm? It prevent rust, plus it just feels great. [/i] "'Nd, now, two guns? Give 'em away? I.. I, uh.. Might be interested. Cuz guns are always nice, no mattah da size. Handeh 'nd dandeh." [i]He grinned, starting to pop the knuckles on his left hand now, every pop and crack being very audible and hard. Once that was done, his hands retreated back to his sides, where they hung rather limply. [/i]