Hank and the gang received a mission from 2B. The job was simple, blow up some Improbability Drives. They infiltrate the AAHW tower, blow up the mentioned Improbability Drive. Suddenly it all turns to a shit show sunday when, a clown with the abilit...
Hank watched Luka, waiting for his arm to be cooked... Hank wondered if his mag arm was made of crab. Hank's arm was regenerating finely. Hank checked his hand to see instead of fingers it was a claw... he had ideas rushing his usually empty brain. First Hank grabbed his hand in a tight lock, and pulled hard enough to rip the claw out of its socket. Hank thought of a sword of some shit. He felt his hand morphing into a different shape. The crab arm turned into something reminiscent to the arm in Abrogation.
Hank: Fuck yeah! Infinite weapons or something...
(That arm. Btw this was made by PestilenceGremlin on Newgrounds.)
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Luka: U-um Hank, your arm is done cooking... I think? I never cooked something like that.
Hank: Whatever, I'll still eat if it's raw. I can digest raw food anyways.
Hank took the cooked arm of his and hid behind a tree. Hank took off his mask revealing a still bloody metal jaw. Hank ripped the meat out of it's socket, and reared his head back his long tongue sticking out. He swallowed the lump of white meat.
Hank: Mmm... that taste... so fucking good! How the shit have I never ate my own arm before! Including when it just regrows with no consequences.
Hank jumped up and down. He slipped his mask back on. He walked back to camp telling Luka that it was delicious. Hank held his mag arm with new pride.
Luka: Eh... it regrows?
Hank: Yeah you never noticed, look at it in it's revitalized form!
Hank flexed his mag arm as some lightning crackled a bit in response. Alice looked even more hungry as Hank flexed his mighty crab arm.
Alice: Why don't you cook up another one of your crab arm?
Hank: Sure I'm in a good mood. I'll go cut off a few more arms.
Hank picked his sword up and went behind a tree cutting off his new arm. Alice turned to Luka.
Alice: If only you were as good with your sword... Where did you learn your technique? Its so horrible, it pains me to watch.
Luka: What are you saying, Alice? I've been training for more than 5 years...
Hank just let out a yell in the background. Presumably because he's cutting off his arm.
Hank: MY ASS!
Alice: See even Hank agrees. It seemed to me that you've just started.
Luka: I learned it from pilgrims who came to visit the temple. I mixed the different things into my own style.
Alice: Crappy skill learned from crappy people will be crappy even if combined. Alright, I'll teach you a little.
Luka: It's alright, you don't need to... Learning swordplay from a monster seems odd, too.
