Death Runner smiled. He smiled the kind of smile that everyone on board knew. The smile that shows he's going to have fun, while others suffer. The closest towards him even backed up a bit from him.
"Heh. Hehehe. That's not how this works. You are in Outcasts space, attacking a captain with many.. many friends. And you want to call the shots? I don't think so. You want the cure for Smeagle? Well i absolutely guarantee you that if you dare fire a single FRAKKING SHOT AT THIS DAMN SHIP THAT CURE WILL BE GONE."
The crew looked around, a little confused.
"Now then.. I know we can get along, little child. There is absolutely no need for bloodshed. Am i right? Of course i am! So here's how this will go. I'll make a deal. You like it? You accept and we all live happily ever after! If you don't.. Well.. I suuppooossseee i could let you make a deal as well. What do you think? Sounds like a plan doesn't it? Hehe."
