[Fluffie]

This whole Assault Rifle had a potential to get ugly, real ugly. Deciding to check the other angles for boogies too, Fluffie turns his head around just in time to see the sniper that wasn't his boss, eye him. Immidiately thinking that he must be thinking the same thing (Assault Rifles, Assault Rifles, Assault Rifles) as he was himself, he lets his lips move, but not speaking the words out loud.

"Don't you know I'm hardcore?"