You see a vintage photon grenade!
Boy Obi comments "Hey old man"?
"Yes, paddiwannie pants"?
"I thought photon bombs batteries ran out after 200 years"
"Soooooooo"? you say and in the middle of your sentence you
turn over the rusty old bomb and see a row of lights dissapearing in
order.
You yell "SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIII......
*BOOM*
The bomb explodes in your face and send bone fragments in the walls
around you.
BAD CHOICE
You pick up an old rusty photon grenade and say "Man this puppy
is old, I bet this thing would go for a couple won-tons at Granny G's
Antique and Pawn".
