If his jaw had been capable of falling off, it would have. Switchblade was utterly astounded when he heard that their stealth mission was a glorified smash and grab, and that he - the walking egg slicer - was given the extremely important task of building his dumb invention, like all good egg slicers are known for.
And I probably won't be able to sabotage it, either. Switcblade looked at his shrapnel hand, which would easily cut through any wiring and scuff up whatever he might hold. And worst of all, I'm stuck with refrigerator here.
...Sometimes the sharpest points of intelligence reside - no, Hide - behind the unsavory. He sighed. I'll let him prove his own capabilities. What did he just say his name was? Manpower?
"Well, it looks like we're stuck together, Manpower." He forced himself into an awkward and clearly fake smile.