Beltboy walked through the wasteland at a rapid pace, trying to avoid the scorching's sun rays so his mohawk doesn't get ruined. The man's level of cool is unparalleled, his cocky grin never leaving his face as he marches ahead.

"Man... Lanks and Cyclops stayed behind with Rodriguez. This time its up to me to find some gasoline. I better hurry up though, sun's melting the glue in my hair."

His grin quickly dissolves into a frown as he says that, before he notices you. His beaming smile immediately returns as he fires a finger gun at you.

"Hey there, stranger! I demand to know what's up!"