"I don' need excuses! I need tears! Turn up the gain!"
The slig grips the lever and pulls. He tugs it again. It doesn't budge. Laughing neverously, he digs his feet into the base of the lever and pulls with all his might.
Brewmaster watches him. "The safety's on, ya idiot."
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