"How do you want to die?" questioned Patrick, standing six feet behind Jack. "Burned to a crisp, fried, or just, blasted into oblivion? Patrick suddenly, let go, a small charge of lightning, from his fingertips, to prove his point.
"Can't we talk it over?" asked Jack, as he dropped the knife.
Patrick thought for a second, then, said "You're toast," and let go a charge of electricity, that slammed into Jack's chest, dazing him.
Patrick glanced up at Rose, and stated, "Come on, Lassie, it's time, we left this dump."
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