"What, you callin' our worms inadequate?" Reno really didn't seem to mind. It was a worm, after all, and it wasn't like he was terribly fond of the things to start with. But what kind of friend would he be if he wasn't giving Leto a hard time about it?

With a running start, he made a leap for the worm's back, himself, grabbing Leto's hand and pulling himself aboard.

"So, how smooth you figure you can get this thing to ride?"

And, for that matter, how did you steer this thing?