“...So is he coming back or what?” Sid finally asked after standing in the starting corridor for five minutes, waiting for the first mate’s return. “He’s been called to a personal game against the boss, dammit...” Crowe muttered, “but the game’s still on, so get ready to play, dammit...” “Hmph,” Sid muttered, walking towards the connected corridor and taking his position in front of the punching machine, “I guess I can’t do anything, can I?” “Except beat me, as impossible as that may be, dammit...” “Save those words for when you actually do it, dammit...” Crow mumbled back.