-Actually, less than.
Josen blinked. The other four hulking men also realized the problem with Mr. Popo's inequality, and the corners of their mouths twitched speechlessly.
-Holy shit! Polnareff, you didn't have to say that out loud!
The old man stared with dead-fish eyes. He hated to admit it, but judging by how formidable Josen had proved along the way, it really wasn't impossible!
"Well, don't worry about little things like that~~" Josen laughed it off, while Iggy whimpered contentedly under the strokes of his hand. "Or would you rather team up with Iggy, Mr. Popo?"
"Grr-"
Iggy shot him a sidelong look and let out a threatening growl.
Mr. Popo's eye twitched. This damn dog wasn't even trying to hide the disgust on his face!!
"...I refuse!" Mr. Popo haughtily turned his gelled hair aside and snapped, "I don't want to team up with him!"
It all happened in a flash!
The instant Mr. Popo turned his head, Iggy narrowed his eyes and sprang up with extraordinary agility!
Before Mr. Popo could register the unusual movement at the edge of his vision, the entire dog had latched onto his face like a seasoned facehugger, followed by an enthusiastic...
Pfft-
As the French hunk was once again petrified by pale yellow Medusa gas, the meeting room became uninhabitable!
"See? Iggy really does like you~~"
Josen spoke with a smile. His face plastered with dog hair and foul gas, Mr. Popo wanted nothing more than to headbutt this damn dog with his twisted sense of humor to death on the spot!
Unfortunately, that wasn't an option.
Having finished his business, Iggy had nimbly escaped Silver Chariot's attack range and jumped back into Josen's arms, wagging his tail smugly.
It was a perfect demonstration of-
A dog throwing his weight around with