[So much for that.]

I figure you'll just send it through the vending machine I'm not allowed to beat up or those metal doors at the end of the hall. Somehow. When bombshell's attention is elsewhere.

[... somehow.]

Last question, at least until I think of something else or whatever: If we cut off each other's arms, would you fit us with those cool replacements that the three-toned guy has? The blastia stuff.