Why do you need me? [1/2]

"Of course it is, my lord!" 

"FUCKING AWESOME! WELL DONE, YOU FUCKING BALD GANGSTER BASTARD! FROM NOW ON I WILL CALL YOU GUN SANTA!" 

Despite my screaming at the top of my lungs, Vincent remained professional and smiled. 

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas, my lord!" 

At that moment the girls returned through the {Portal} with Isolde and Angela. 

Unlike their earlier appearance, they were now presentable and dressed in fancy clothes. 

"Damn Hefe, I knew you liked guns, but hell, aren't you a little too happy?" 

"Ami looks like an idiot, why is he so happy, Tristan? Is it those cars?" 

"Sugar, it's hard to explain, but basically these are why your motherland lost the war." 

"We lost a war? When? How? I could crush these under my foot." 

"Mike, please don't answer her. I can't have a Wyvern going crazy." 

"Lizard, have you ever heard of Hitler?" 

"De, I haven't. Should I?" 

"Na, sugar, you really don't."