"you want me to do the dangerous stuff? its not like i would die from it. i have good enough reflexes. just tell me what to do. also, i can hear the other guy. my hearing has been cyber-genetically advanced."
"Commit genocide" he hands it over, flipping it so it was handed hilt first. "killed my mother for being too pretty. killed each other for fun. paid me to do it..."
"Can i at least kick the buckets of a good hundred and fifty men before you do? they are the current root of the problem and they would end up exploiting the whole system. they need to die."
"Damn. would be nice, but then again, if it breaks, ill have to go back to hanging men up by their toes then whacking them around til they stop breathing."