[Taako's still recovering from laughing at the sucker who thought he could take his squad, manifesting in a cocky little dance over their limp form. Man, this is so much better. Tres horny boys who? More like tres taaco shooters, kickin' butt, taking names.

Speaking of taking names, Taako's reaching down to grab this sucker's gun and maybe check his pockets. Y'know. To the victor goes the spoils and all that. Even if they're probably not dead and will likely miss this stuff.]

Ango, don't be so worried about other people, honestly. You're doin' great. Just keep, uh, bein' our little secret weapon and looking like a defenseless little boy, it's working out awesome.