Tankor: Oh, what do I do, what do I do!?
Tankor: Hmm... I wonder...
Tankor: BLEARG!
Tankor: Huh.
Tankor: Fortuantely, my hypothesis was correct. Any battle he
knowingly enters is a guaranteed victory, but the slightest surprise sends him running like a-
Voice: AAAarrggg!!
Tankor: That voice, oh no! Not him, please not him!
Tankor: Not my son!!
