He frowns, as his third burger disapears, half eaten in his hands. He looks up- and rises. "You Sir. Are now responsible for theft of a paid-for Item. Theft, is itself a crime against the Economy, which- Oh Hey!"<br/><br/>As things start to happen. He frowns, as he rises fully to his feet, and raises his eyebrows. Then he looks up to the number above his head, and sighs. "It's not over 9000? It's not over 9000. It seems I yet have far, far farther to go." he says simply, as he starts to stretch, and looks to Dow. "Wait a moment- wheres /your/ power level? Show it- before I Yahaa Economy Search it on my I-Phone and get even more economical information about you. Assuming you have to follow your own rules, that is, it would seem that spouting economic knowledge is likely at least /one/ of the Path's to Victory here. Did you know that I exist as a part of the Military Industrial Economic Complex- that is to say, that I am a long-time War Profiteer? Indeed so. Do you know what that Complex does, to Economies?" As he starts loading a pair of heavy pistols extracted from pouches in his Coats.<br/><br/>They are of surprising size- and he loads them with normal, lead bullets- before tossing them to Haley, and then cracking his shoulders. He then looks to Dow- not wanting to Hog the Spotlight, as the voices in his head tell him doing so would be a dick move- Yes, best to Hold back and see what this woman who wants to kill him is capable of.<br/><br/>"All that declared- let's see this shit go down." He says, as he draws his blades- chains appearing, tightening.. but his form not yet warping in to any of his releases.