Rustbolt rolled his eyes. “Alright then.
Have fun I guess. I’m gonna go make, then chug, a gallon of coffee and
probably get drunk off of 4 cans of monster. If you wanna join me,
you’re welcome to.” Suddenly there was a rattling noise, and a can of
soda shot out of his ass at mach 4. It flew practically parallel to the
ground, and was out of sight in an instant.

“…Ignore that.”

“Okay, you have fun with–” the Repairman rolled his eyes dismissively, before a soda can flew off into the distance.

“…that…” he finished, watching the dust settle. It happened so fast, he didn’t even register what happened.