"Tell me 'bout it, che'." Arell drawled. While his kill count was pretty high, he found out C.J. surpassed it while he was dealing with the I.O. thing . . . only those two would turn homicide into a contest.

"And we're good guys?! Dafuq?!"

C.J. smirked. "Yeah . . . that place isn't as fun. But hey, mental breakdown works!" he mentioned.