"And they say he's twelve stories high, and made of radiation!" Alexander told Rance, explaining the president of the part of America they were in to his new cyborg-friend. He heard about that part on the internet, so he was sure it was true.<br/><br/>"Also, he can...huh?" He was about to continue, when he happened to glance out the window. He gave what he saw a closer look, muttering something to himself. After a few moment of consideration, he felt sure in his assertion.<br/><br/>"So there's a robotic lion chasing after us, it has a lot of guns, might be natural to be worried." He said, pushing himself away from the window and spinning around. He strided past Rance, a grin creeping onto his face. "Now, Rance! When you've fought as many times have I have, you can tell when some one has ill-will towards you! It becomes like a...eighth sense. Right after the senses that tells you the best time to punch and the best place to punch." He explained, rolling his shoulders. "I'm gonna wait for them to talk to us, see what their deal is....but I am also getting ready to party." He said, feeling fairly confident Rance had figured out what his idea of a party was.