"Metal balls on fire! Who are you?!" Mr. Hannes was surprised by my entrance. We were on a huge arena like those in the medieval times with a large crowd gathered around us.
And in the center of it all was my good old friend Hannes the Controller, who was pumping a lovely woman down to her place.
"I did not realize that you preferred synthetic artificial skins than natural flesh, Hannes." i replied unto the fool's question.
The naked man disengaged from his partner and i saw him muttered something and even his hands ran upon the air with fast flicks of his fingers.
I waited him out and smiled at the futility of his actions.
"What are you?" Hannes the metal fucker queried in panic. Thirty minutes had already passed and he got nothing out of his repeated attempts.
"Oh? Am i that easy
