0 0 4 ; brooklyn is burning

Bombs, bombs, bombs. Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite. Missiles, missiles, missiles. It's time to do some tuning up of his weaponry, but for once in his life, Gokudera is completely bored of it. He'd rather be doing something else, but who the hell knows what.

He's almost done, anyway. The usual impressive pile is almost gone again, hidden wherever it goes. He's hungry, but he's been ignoring that since he started hours ago. It's not as if it really matters.

Gotta keep things up if you wanna stay in the game, eh?