If you can wear like a million pounds of armor, you can deal with me.
[a million pounds of armor doesn't usually rest notably near Irahl's package, nor does it obliviously move against him as it tries (in vain) to get the stupid light to turn off.]
Hah, I got it-- [the bulb flickers off, and then on again. he drops some more weight on Irahl in a frustrated huff.] --Shit, nevermind. These things are hard. Lemme... [something from the lamp starts squeaking as he turns it. he's just unscrewing the switch now.] Oh, what the fuck. Why does this always happen.
[he screws the switch back in. scoots a little further so that he can actually get a good grip on it.] Why do we even have these lights, still? This is the future. Why are these lights still a thing.
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[a million pounds of armor doesn't usually rest notably near Irahl's package, nor does it obliviously move against him as it tries (in vain) to get the stupid light to turn off.]
Hah, I got it-- [the bulb flickers off, and then on again. he drops some more weight on Irahl in a frustrated huff.] --Shit, nevermind. These things are hard. Lemme... [something from the lamp starts squeaking as he turns it. he's just unscrewing the switch now.] Oh, what the fuck. Why does this always happen.
[he screws the switch back in. scoots a little further so that he can actually get a good grip on it.] Why do we even have these lights, still? This is the future. Why are these lights still a thing.