54, I Have a Big Gun!
"Fuck!" Yuri cursed, turning to the T-850 nearby. "What is Cun Te saying?"
"He says he sabotaged some of the cruiser's systems and obtained all of its technical specifications. He is sending us the key data now. He also says we should leave first; Administrator Tang Xiao needs our ship to deal with the cruiser." The T-850 replied. "Also, Kunto and Feraci have been captured, so we are the only ones here now."
"Damn it! The pirates' cruiser leaves this afternoon, and every fucking person on our side who can fly a ship has been captured? Fuck!!" Yuri raised a hand to grab his hair, then lowered it when he remembered his receding hairline.
"No matter what, we should leave as soon as possible," Vitaly said from the side.
"No, no, no, no! We can't leave now!" Yuri waved his hands rapidly, then suddenly pulled out a pistol, yanked back the slide, and ran into the workshop beside them. He dragged old Truda out and pressed the pistol to his forehead. "Listen to me, old man! I have a fucking! big! gun! in my hand right now! And I'm in a very, very bad mood! Maybe I'll pull the trigger next second because I'm too worked up! Do you understand what I mean?"
Truda was scared out of his wits and did not dare say a word. He could barely understand Yuri's Galactic Standard mixed with English profanity from Earth, but he nodded frantically anyway.
Yuri pointed at the two Proton Torpedoes nearby and roared, "I want you to install these two fucking Proton Torpedoes on this fucking ship, the kind that can fucking fire at any time! How fucking long will it take?"
"Two... two standard hours..." Truda said softly.
"Very good! Now