[Logic] grabbed Hopkins, who was completely out of strength, and shook him violently. Fatty clumsily manipulated the mechanical arm of [Logic], snatching the J-2011 sniper rifle from Hopkins' hand, as if picking up a delicate embroidery needle, and threw it far away.
"Damn it, you think you're so great! Show me how great you are now!" Fatty's nasty habit of being relentless reared its head again. Even though he had just pretended to be exhausted, in truth, he was not confident he could out-snipe Hopkins. Several times, he had to take great risks to turn the situation around, resulting in quite the mess.
"You forced me to jump off a cliff! Happy now?" Fatty pinched Hopkins with the mechanical hand. The other mechanical hand grabbed Hopkins' pants.
