"It's a nice cock," Rampage admits cheerfully. Y'know. Because he has so many others to compare it to. But it sure felt great inside him until somebody decided to pull out without warning. Hmph.

He's not particularly concerned about not being able to live here at the moment. He hasn't really attached himself to any particular hiding spot and Sixshot's done a great job of messing this one up in his fervor to pound Rampage into the ground so it's not like it's a great loss.

His eyes do twinkle a little bit at the mention of 'sanitizing'. "I can blow them up."

Being destructive and helpful would be a dream come true. Not that he actually cares much about being helpful. But blowing stuff up is pretty fun.

He's not quite sure what to make of the rest of the conversation about time and feelings and whatnot. It seems awfully overcomplicated. When he likes someone he just makes them endure his company whether they like it or not.

Eyeing First Aid, he does helpfully remark, "You're frying."

It smells kind of tasty.