Alvin glanced at Stark beside him in delighted surprise. "This is my gift?"
As he spoke, Alvin looked again at the Dark Red Mecha displayed in the most prominent spot in the warehouse. Incredulous, he said, "Who designed this thing? You should give him an award. This is the pinnacle of brutalist aesthetics..."
Stark smugly straightened the coffee cup in Alvin's hand, then said with restrained pride, "You know I'm a genius. Figuring out someone's tastes and making the right adjustments to a Mech Armor's design isn't hard at all...
This thing has nothing to do with aesthetics. From a scientific standpoint, it's a substandard product. But you like it, right?"
Alvin looked at Stark as if he were an idiot. "You don't get it. Whether it's practical doesn't matter at all. I could beat the shit out of you with my bare hands...
Was it that designer named Reinhardt who made this? Give me his account. I want to tip him two hundred bucks..."
Stark shook his head helplessly and led Alvin inside. As the Dark Red Mecha drew closer, he kept muttering, "It can't fly, it can't fly, it can't fly..."
Seeing how unconcerned Alvin was, Stark irritably tossed him a control bracelet and said, "You can call it 'War God 4'..."
Alvin looked at the Mech Armor before him, whose imposing proportions were practically out of this world. Grinning, he pointed to its broad shoulder plates and said, "A lot of people don't like this kind of proportion, but I love it!"
Alvin backed up a few steps and looked at War God 4, which seemed far stockier than the terrifying, ferocious War God No. 3. Pointing at the armor on its limbs, covered in fearsome diamond-shaped ridges, he said with a grin, "I love this design.