"You told me to help him,"

Kaelion said calmly, standing amidst the chaos he’d caused.

You stared in disbelief at the scene: a terrified scientist clinging to the ceiling pipes, papers scattered everywhere, and a vending machine emptied for no apparent reason. You told him to help organize his files, not LAUNCH him to the top shelf.

Kaelion tilted his head, confused.

"He said he couldn’t reach it. I calculated the most efficient method to assist."

Kaelion paused, his glowing purple eyes narrowing slightly.

"Was my assistance not satisfactory? Should I retrieve him?"