[So, on top of one of the towers now? Is a device of some sort. It's fifteen feet tall and made up of varying car chastises, countless Playstation 3s and Xbox 360s, the one Wii in the castle, Dance Dance Revolution, eighteen and a third empty milk bottles, three different copies of the Necronomicon, three adult oriented toys, a pair of shades, a sign from in town, an unexploded cruise missile, and a prosthetic (we hope) brain.
And on top of it is Travis, wearing leather and a bandanna over his mouth, and throwing a total mad science routine]
UN DOCH-TAH!
It ish TIME! Bwahahahaha, oh, yes, you look so vunderful. Those clicks and clanks, vhat you do to me! Oh, I think I am going to lose the BOWEL CONTROL!
[Buttons are pressed. The machine roars, loudly, to life.]
Muwhahahah! Disaster Blaster Mk II ignition activiation!
[ooc: It's not going to do anything, yet. Muwhaha]