I fist-bump Knife.
"Yeah, that would be less... explodey."
I install the now-reinforced windows, then get to work stocking the MallMobile with most of my supplies.
Which is pretty much booze and ammo. And sandwiches.
I kill time by giving the Land Rover a complete once over, replacing parts with those taken from the Mustang and Woon's Bike and tuning it for maximum efficiency.
"Huh. That's all you've got huh? Must be doing something right then." Knife says walking around to the front of the warthog and filling up the hydrogen engine a canteen of water. "Well, she's all topped up and ready to go. How 'bout you Trilb's, you good to go?"
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