he mutters, wiping chalk dust from his leather jacket. “Nazi bloatware. Cutscene audio in twelve languages. Textures for moss that nobody will ever see.” He pulls out his whip and cracks it at a hard drive. “We’re going in lean.”
Defeat it, and Indy cracks his whip one last time: Indiana Jones and the Great Circle-Repack
And somewhere, a pirate raises a plastic cup of rum. he mutters, wiping chalk dust from his leather jacket