It requires three things. A shit ton more eridium, some intelligent but ultimately expendable allies who are okay with a suicide mission and Hammerlock’s prosthetic arm. I really need that arm.
If we pool both our supplies together it might be enough. And cash always solves the expendable allies problem. Aaaand– just the arm? Why not get the leg too while we’re at it. Heh.
Are you going to drag ALL of that here? Are you really? You’re that into this plan we’ve hatched? [he’s delighted why thank you young hotness]
No, no. We need intelligent, but expendable. Cashwhores will do anything for money, BUT die. They’d even steal an arm, which, I actually may need them to do. Just the arm though, I don’t need the leg. The arm is what’s going to make this entire plan airtight. Ya’ following me?
That really depends on how much we’ll need. I still need some of it for– y’know. Stuff. [ you know what stuff,]
Well– where do you plan on finding these ‘allies’, then? Intelligent and expendable is a rare-ass combination, babe. Oh hey– I got an idea, let’s start a friggin’ cult. Or something. I dunno– you come up with something better, I’ll handle the robot arm– thingy. Also– uuuuh no, not really. But, I’m all for it.
“In my defense, it wasn’t that hard to coerce you. You practically jumped at the opportunity, babe.
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“Let’s face it, this is hardly the worst thing you’ve gotten me to do. You really need to step up your game if you’re gonna compete with Ms.Kadam of all people, though.
On second thought– prooobably shouldn’t have said that last part out loud.“
