[ Vaas hears the commotion easily. The hangar's got a high ceiling and the sound echoes. He glances over, hands on his hips, and shakes his head in disappointed disapproval. ]
You don't operate tigers, hermano. They operate themselves. Real ones, anyway.
[ Reaching up, he raps his knuckles against the Red Tiger's leg. ]
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You don't operate tigers, hermano. They operate themselves. Real ones, anyway.
[ Reaching up, he raps his knuckles against the Red Tiger's leg. ]
This one's a statue.