Tyler smiled, which he thought was charming. Tord was seeing a manaic's smile. "I was thnking we could conquer the world together," Tyler said, smoothly.
Tord stared at him, squinting, possibly thinking over it. The Norwegian then said in a low voice, "No."
"No?" Tyler repeated. "Is it because you want it for yourself, prehaps?"
"That was... an ambitious dream," he replied, turning his head away. "I've changed since then."
"Oh, c'mon, Tordie, there's gotta be a little of that old ambition left!" Tyler said. A red robotic hand clasped his neck, lifting him into the air. Tyler gasped as he felt his feet leaving the ground.
"Listen here, and listen closely," Tord snarled at him. "There'll always be someone stopping you from taking the world. I'm not going after it anymore."
"Is it because you were shot down with a harpoon?" Tyler asked, near taunting. Tord tightened his grip around his neck, causing him to creat