Hell, pull your whipping boy out again and I'll show you.
[With his hands being tied up, he settles for tossing his head in the direction of the arena space that, at the moment, is probably still covered in a lovely layer of char from Jubilee's burnination.]
I assume you don't care if I take a potshot at the thing.
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[With his hands being tied up, he settles for tossing his head in the direction of the arena space that, at the moment, is probably still covered in a lovely layer of char from Jubilee's burnination.]
I assume you don't care if I take a potshot at the thing.