“This isn’t what you said. You told me to replace the ballast, because you’d show me the spell book.” He says, standing on a chair.

“No. I said I would show you the book if you replace the ballast.” You reply. “What if I get electrocuted?” He asks. “You have gloves on.” You comment. “It might explode Who is your match?“ he complains. “If you can’t do it, come down.”

He rants about never doing it before. “But once I set my mind to it, there’s nothing I—“ His right hand shaky, in pain now.