Damn... you always were a pain to deal with. [Will brings Hope into a roll to try and avoid as much of the incoming barrage as possible, but the blue unit is by no means speedy, getting clipped by some of the fire; there's a drill tip sticking out of its armor, which he brushes off.]

You know, why can't you be like a normal older brother? Greet me with a smile and ask me how I'm doing. No, it's always "BROOOOTHEEER!" and trying to kill me. [Hope's rifle is quickly replaced in favor of the bazooka again, which he takes a quick shot with on the run.]