[[Hey Gunmax, I sold my shotgun shells to get you these decals for Gunbike!
Well, shit, I sold my Gunbike to get you this new Shotgun!]]

That is good advice.

[He reaches out again, however, and with Gunmax standing close enough for this to work, this time, he loops the end of a chain around Gunmax's wrist, and padlocks it.]

But if either of us are going to go--then we're going to go together.

[He does the same with the other end of the chain and his own wrist--symbolic, and also the only thing he could find that remotely resembled handcuffs out here.]

I think either of us could survive alone.

...but I don't think either of us want to.

[He watches Gunmax at that, wondering. Hoping he felt the same way.]