Oh son of a.. [And he just dives out of the way as the lightning crackles overhead, impacting the wall with a resounding bang that makes his ears ring.] No, I don't think you do have a handle on it.
[He claws through his bag, examining what he has and just how well or how badly this half-formed plan is going to work..]
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[He claws through his bag, examining what he has and just how well or how badly this half-formed plan is going to work..]