Bruiser rubbed his jowls feeling his cousre whiskers and pondering the how he might shave wit such a tool. "Of all the things I have had to shave with..." he reached out his hand, grabbing the knife. "Never have I ever thought about using one of these." He turned the knife back and forth in is hand. "I dont think so. I heard abput marines trying this." He set the knife on the table. "It never ended well." (Sorry I wasn't able to get to your bet Kyelin)

Bruiser watched as the intersection team left then turned to Fatman as he tolhim that he would have to wait to attempt shaving until the doc got back, and to calm down. He took a seat and checked over his weapons again making sure they were all loaded and ready to go. After that he began to think 'death is so small I wonder if pestilence will get in the way?' He asked Loco "Do you think the four will help each other, or just save their own skin?"