[Donnie's got his phone out too, and wouldn't you know it? No signal. The same occurs when he swipes at his wrist computer to engage the escape pods; no homing beacon. They would shoot right out into space, drop them in the Hudson, slam them into a building, any number of unfortunate outcomes without any navigation.
Well- well, shit. His tech is failing him, and if that doesn't nudge Donnie back over the line from "damage control" into "panicking like a feral cat" nothing else will.]
-yeah, yes why not. Yes. [go get it big brother, beat the shit out of this junkyard for creeping me out and blocking my 8G connection]
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Well- well, shit. His tech is failing him, and if that doesn't nudge Donnie back over the line from "damage control" into "panicking like a feral cat" nothing else will.]
-yeah, yes why not. Yes. [go get it big brother, beat the shit out of this junkyard for creeping me out and blocking my 8G connection]