Donnie rubs his hands, considering his options. "Even if it were available, I don't think any amount of WD-40 would work for this so..."
He grins, the purple markings on him glowing as he taps into his ninpō. Lines trace and form the technical insides of some kind of weapon-like device. His clawed fingers curl around the grip, other hand reaching up to flip down his goggles.
"When in doubt, use lasers!" he says with a little cackle, squeezing the trigger once he's got the thing positioned to fire a fine, concentrated beam into the gummed up seamline, slowly tracing it.
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He grins, the purple markings on him glowing as he taps into his ninpō. Lines trace and form the technical insides of some kind of weapon-like device. His clawed fingers curl around the grip, other hand reaching up to flip down his goggles.
"When in doubt, use lasers!" he says with a little cackle, squeezing the trigger once he's got the thing positioned to fire a fine, concentrated beam into the gummed up seamline, slowly tracing it.