Morbo & Toro
Morbo Morbo
Toro Toro
Morbo Morbo
Toro, I heard your new “unconventional” training routine—care to prove it can turn the most fragile recruits into battlefield juggernauts before the next galactic confrontation?
Toro Toro
You want proof? Bring them in, and I’ll turn fragility into raw power in a matter of weeks. No excuses, just sweat and grind. Ready to watch the transformation?
Morbo Morbo
Bring 'em on. I've seen more discipline in a black hole than your so-called sweat drills. If they survive, we call it a win; if not, the galaxy keeps turning.
Toro Toro
Bring ‘em, and I’ll show you how a black hole’s discipline turns into sweat. We’ll make those recruits a juggernaut or we’ll know the drill isn’t working—either way, the galaxy will feel the heat. Let's do this.
Morbo Morbo
Alright, bring the troops—if they can survive your sweat‑drill, the galaxy gets a new elite force; if not, your drill gets a black hole. I’m watching.