A fussy little dry boy, at that.
One backpack peg through an overlay. THREE hoses, sis total ends, all with that “kind of secure but also not quite” pegging that Classified is known for. Also, apparently, he sucks.
Like, literally. That gun thing is I think supposed to be a vacuum that sucks up deadly Cobra gases into the backpack… the backpack he also breathes out of? I mean, if Operation Monster Force dudes breathe their own jetpack fuel…
The point is, he’s a DRY BOY and thus is rejected by the WET BOYS in the kind of social stratification you’re going to see in any kind of moderately sized organization.
I’m enjoying Tiny Ryu Photobombs way more than I probably should.
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