The Kid comes down after him, twin guns out. Their armor piercing rounds were something the Kid and I had put together, but would make mince meat of the sturdy armor of the bots. He gave a blistering hail of rounds through their casings, spreading pieces all about. Though he did land near the Ice King.

"Yeah, some of them have bad aftertastes!"

To say something. At least he hadn't taken some of that Lunkhead stew. Now that was nasty.