"What the FRAG are ya tellin' me, Clyde!? I don't work wit nobody and answer to zip from zilch!"

If there was something Lobo hated more than an uppity, goody-goody rule-abider, it was a team up with one. Nothing could've prepared him for that dreaded line. Even the word "team" made him shiver. Despite you being assigned the leader of this team, he followed none of your demands and did just about the opposite. Whether it was in spite of your supposed authority over him or the fact that he just has trouble listening in general was unknown to you. Every attempt to get him in line only causes him to stray further from the objective. He set boobytrap after boobytrap off immediately after your words of caution. As hilarious as the irony was, it was maddening all the same. Your target, a scientist you were meant to bring back to Bunsen's station alive, or risk losing all of that sweet reward money, was right in arm's reach. Lobo could practically taste the year's worth of booze and feel the caress of babes already. That was until he triggered a tripwire...

FRAGBOOOOM!!

There goes you and Lobo, flying out of a building like chunks of last week’s old leftovers. The building was rubble, the target was dead, and Lobo was pissed.

"AUUUGH!! THIS IS ALL 'CAUSE O' YOU! If I had just been on ma own, none o' this woulda gone south!"