The man teasing Sukrucuk during the recording came slowly and took his place at the head of the table. Our tank would wait longer, then turn and look at Toraman.
"No need," he said.
Nobody but us would understand the meaning of these words, and our tank did not want any help in the first round.
"Even if you wanted to, I wouldn't use my talent anyway!"
A laugh took me as the young man muttered beside me. They were like two children who were excellent friends and were constantly fighting with each other.
"Pray, you have the right to strike first!"
I don't know the arm strength of our tank's opponent, but his chin would probably have pressed a ton.
"Cut it short; let your engine cool! You can start first; no draw needed!"
Sukrucuk was comfortable as if he wanted something from the grocery store; crackling voices rose from the crowd watching the competition.
"This guy is crazy!"
"He speaks bigger than his height without looking at his body!"