Oh, Wolfwood's augmented. It's just that all his augmentations were done in flesh rather than machinery, his DNA irradiated and mutated into something other than human, with untold surgeries to complete the process. He's not human anymore, not really -- he just looks like one.
The one of three or four joke goes right over Wolfwood's head -- is he commenting on the number of Vashes that are wandering around? The number of humans that this world's Knives left alive? "They're not the ones I'm worried about," he snarls under his breath. Now that the fear has faded somewhat, the anger is coming to the surface, and Wolfwood's already calculating just how many second it would take him to draw his gun and shoot Knives right between the eyes. So far, the answer is 'too many', but he's keeping the idea on the back burner, just in case.
Besides, if he hasn't killed his way through town yet, maybe he can't. Maybe he's out of juice, his batteries drained or however it is that plants work. "I'm more worried about some brother obsessed psychopath getting nervous and pulling ribbons of razor wire out of his ass to slice this place up."
science rules!
The one of three or four joke goes right over Wolfwood's head -- is he commenting on the number of Vashes that are wandering around? The number of humans that this world's Knives left alive? "They're not the ones I'm worried about," he snarls under his breath. Now that the fear has faded somewhat, the anger is coming to the surface, and Wolfwood's already calculating just how many second it would take him to draw his gun and shoot Knives right between the eyes. So far, the answer is 'too many', but he's keeping the idea on the back burner, just in case.
Besides, if he hasn't killed his way through town yet, maybe he can't. Maybe he's out of juice, his batteries drained or however it is that plants work. "I'm more worried about some brother obsessed psychopath getting nervous and pulling ribbons of razor wire out of his ass to slice this place up."