"FUCKING BITCH! AH!"
Grey pulled his fist back, cradling it like a baby.
"SHIT BOX ON A HOT SUMMER DAY!" his screams continued to echo. "FUCKING PROLAPSING ASSHOLE WITH A DRIZZLE OF HOT SAUCE!"
Grey ended up writhing on the ground, his curses growing more creative with every passing second.
The throne didn't have even a slightest bit of give to it. While his hand survived thanks to his Pimp Gloves, his wrist, forearm, elbow, and shoulder weren't nearly so lucky.
If not for the fact his mech absorbed a lot of it, he would have shattered his entire arm.
Grey rolled onto his wrist, using his stomach to quickly snap it back in place and screamed out one more time.
"Fuck me, man," Grey exhaled a breath into the ground, his body feeling like it was going to explode with pain signals.
That felt fucking terrible.
He breathed out slowly, the cold sweat on his forehead slowly calming.
