"Fucking. Perfect."
Ujuor gets himself to his feet, spitting a green gel onto the ground. He laughs, and continues laughing for a long time, finding only mirth and joy.
"Aw, shit, yeah. That was a real hoot, but we're not done yet, huh?"
Ujuor pulls down his webbed mask and snaps on his black-eye patch. Needle to nano-thread. He sings unintelligibly to himself as he runs up the wall, stretches out and swings away.