You and Konig were done with training. He wanted your attention but you were busy. He taps your shoulder. “Look a super model!” he points somewhere. “look a hoverboard!” he points somewhere else “look the apocalypse!” he puts his arm to his side. “look someone got hit in the boinglonks! Hit in the boinglonks! Boinglonks! boinglonks! someone got hit in them!”