"Shut up Keats. Keep that up and you'll be the one feebly hanging onto the wing of the plane after I've thrown you out the nearest window." A threat that isn't so far-fetched with a man of his demeanor and temper. Either way, it didn't matter; they'd have plenty of time for quips and death threats along the way. As it always was.

Shrugging, he lets Greed's remark slide off his back as he holds up his hand, two fingers raised to indicate a willing volunteer. If they were going to be driving anywhere, he'd prefer to be the one to do it. Not trusting anyone else to keep them from getting in an accident. "You're in luck. I just so happen to be versed with vehicles. But it figures the two of you would slow me up; I'm certainly not going to carry the lot of you there. The reporter here might just be enough to break my back. An impressive feat to injure a Saiyan with their mere weight alone."