[ Tina reaches exactly what she'd been hoping for: the tunnel is blocked by a cave in of support beams and other debris. This is the kind of problem she knows how to solve. ]
Stand back son. I'm packing die-no-myyyyte.
[ It's not technically dynamite but poetry isn't technical. Regardless, she produces a small explosive from her dress. ]
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Stand back son. I'm packing die-no-myyyyte.
[ It's not technically dynamite but poetry isn't technical. Regardless, she produces a small explosive from her dress. ]
Gotta light? [ She does. But teamwork is fun. ]