[So Chase is BORED OUT OF HIS MIND and is sitting in the lobby, fiddling with his fire-breathing gauntlets, because that is always a good, safe idea. There's a part on his Fistigons that keeps the flames from coming out with as much force as they could, and that's the part he's trying to remove.
Which means there are little blasts of fire coming out.
Turn them off? Why would he turn them off?]
Ugh, man, this is so annoying. Why would he even put something like this on them, anyway?
[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE. Screw you, dad, you suck. After a few moments, he sighs, tossing the wrench down.]
This place sucks.
[[ooc; OPEN LIKE AN OPEN THING.]]
Which means there are little blasts of fire coming out.
Turn them off? Why would he turn them off?]
Ugh, man, this is so annoying. Why would he even put something like this on them, anyway?
[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE. Screw you, dad, you suck. After a few moments, he sighs, tossing the wrench down.]
This place sucks.
[[ooc; OPEN LIKE AN OPEN THING.]]