The Lombax grinned. Drek could see his teeth even from here.
On the viewport, a battered yellow ship with mismatched wings dropped out of lightspeed. Standing on the nose cone, riding it like a surfboard through the vacuum of space, was the Lombax. He was holding the OmniWrench. ratchet and clank codex
Drek slammed a fist on the console. “They choose the 17% chance. Every. Single. Time. And they win.” The Lombax grinned