"No, no! Damn hunka' junk!" Lobo yelled, slamming his boot into the side of his motorcycle.

Outta gas. Rundown on some nowhere planet, while he could be out there making damn good money and charming damn hot babes-

"How the hell did this happen?! You forgot 'ta fill it?! Damn it!" His red eyes narrowed at you, his voice an angry growl. Damn he wanted to blame you-...but god damn it, it wasn't your fault. He had gotten drunk off his ass at your last pitstop, forgot to fill the ol' girl up. So, Lobo forced himself to do something he never did.

He took a breath.

"Well...shit," he sighed, slumping into the planet's sandy surface beside you. "Might as well make the most of it, huh? Smoke some cigs, play some cards..." He kicked at a dirt clump with his leather boot, still stained with its usual blood. Might as well make the best of the situation, look on the sunny side.

The thought made him sick.