He rolls out from under Dinah, running to the wall, dropping to the deck as the pipes spit fire again.
"A soundtrack would be nice, you know!" he shouts to nobody in particular as he hops to his feet. "Common fuckin' courtesy to pipe in some John Williams when people're dodging your fuckin' death traps!"
The pipes spit fire again, and he drops to the deck -
- but he's too slow; the fire wings him, and soon there's an inferno blossoming on his sleeve.
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"Really? Fuckin' really?"
He rolls out from under Dinah, running to the wall, dropping to the deck as the pipes spit fire again.
"A soundtrack would be nice, you know!" he shouts to nobody in particular as he hops to his feet. "Common fuckin' courtesy to pipe in some John Williams when people're dodging your fuckin' death traps!"
The pipes spit fire again, and he drops to the deck -
- but he's too slow; the fire wings him, and soon there's an inferno blossoming on his sleeve.
"Shit! GodDAMMIT!"