Doctor Com watches as the bullet from Ryan hits the iron armor of the closed golf cart.
He drives off, and reaches the holes through space, and pulled out a needle and thread, and began to sow the fabric of time and space together.
"This is why I build machines instead. Because fuck if I know. Oh Xot, by the way, if you're needing a body I can just whip up a robot that looks just like you. And has death swords and shit."
"Speaking of which... I think we need to remove Ryan's upgrades. They look stupid on him." I nod at Doctor Com. "Long time no see. As in, we hardly ever spoke. How are you?"
Doctor Com shrugs, "Okay... Damn, you guys did a number on the fabric of Spacetime. I'm a Doctor, not a tailor!"
He continues to patch up the holes to space.
I notice Ryan working on a vehicle. "Do we really need another opponent with a vehicle?" I realize that we don't have many opponents. "Yes." I leave him be.
Doctor Com finishes up patching the fabric of spacetime. "God. What did you do? What else did I miss?"
Doctor Com flings a knife through Spacetime, and it dives through Ryans skull.
Because he didn't like Ryan.
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