[center][h2][color=ABB2B9]Allen Hops[/color][/h2][/center]
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[center][b][u]Range, playing with the toys.[/u][/b]
[b][u]Interacting With; [color=00aeef]Carmen[/color] [@abandonedIntel]. [/u][/b]
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b]Joking ← plotting.[/center]

Benny liked his summoned gun being admired, as Carmen was doing. He hadn’t yet flaunted the fact he could whip them up with any paint job he wished for. It would literally be difficult for him to NOT be the most stylish villain of them all. He appreciated her compliment on his tastes. [b][color=ABB2B9]”Thank you I appreciate you saying so. You know what they say, the guns make the man.”[/color][/b] Benny winced a little at his own sense of humor. If only he could retrieve a better one of those. For now he checked out how far down range he could see with this scope. Great for plucking off heads, he suspected. For now he set the gun aside in the shade of a convenient tree.

Benny noted Carmen diligently setting up the range.[color=ABB2B9][b]”Thanks for putting the targets up. I can’t wait to see your sweet pistolera moves today, Carmen.”[/b][/color] He listened to her talk about her food preferences. He decided to be reassuring about her enjoyment of Dorito nacho salad. [color=ABB2B9][b]”I can respect your Doritos loyalty, you don’t have to switch to the Funyun side just for my sake.”[/b][/color] Benny imagined the amount of Dorito stains that must fill Carmen’s life. He laughed when she said they could avoid ice-cream shamers by hunkering down in the Cobra. [color=ABB2B9][b]”Let’s be badasses and stare at our fellow students from your car while eating fat gobs of ice cream. You in? We can be the highest of high rollers.”[/b][/color] Benny tried briefly to imagine a world better than the one where he rolled past the most stuck up of his fellow Delphinites, while he sprawled on leather upholstery and feasted on some Ben and Jerry’s. But he couldn’t come up with one.

When Carmen mentioned Doctor Chaos, Benny frowned a little. [color=ABB2B9][b]”You’re suggesting I try to learn a thing or two from a mad man? I think between my power and insanity too much could go wrong. For now I’m sticking with Bill Nye to teach me about chemical reactions, he has all his marbles in the right place.”[/b][/color] Benny had considered the ways in which going crazy helped a villain. It was an excuse to get locked away in specialty prisons and mad houses, and to get to see doctors all the time and maybe get them to go nuts too. He wouldn’t have a hard time of it, but he preferred activism to being actively insane. In the membrane, as Carmen put it. Not that a pickle flavored hamster seemed like the worst idea, he could try that one for himself later. But which unsuspecting fool would he get to eat the hamster? Hmm… Now he was thinking like a crazy doctor for sure.

Benny donned the safety glasses, shaking his head a little and rolling his eyes when Carmen mentioned the fire pit. [color=ABB2B9][b]”Are you trying to tell me you haven’t had the privilege of s'mores? Someone needs to get a care package of marshmallows and chocolate graham crackers to whatever hole you crawled out of right away, there are some Hispanic gangsters MISSING OUT.”[/b][/color] When Carmen told him to start flying the drone, he hopped on board. [color=ABB2B9][b]”Welcome to flight two-nine-delta, we are expecting some turbulence because a chica with a gun has it out for our balls.”[/b][/color] He guided the quadcopter to almost 50 meters up, much higher than the trees, and kept it hovering along at a steady pace. [color=ABB2B9][b]”This good or do you need it to be lower?”[/b][/color] Benny expected Carmen to do some superhuman-ly accurate shooting without any handicap, but he knew she would be more in the mood after he teased her a bit.