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[He's a champ. He's a winner. The cart jerks to a stop and it's only that the guard rail raised that Varian released his death grip on it. It's a shame he went through all that effort to actually try and brush his hair for once, because now it's back to looking like he's been dragged through a hedge backwards- without the goggles on top of his head to contain it, it's just going everywhere.

He's kind of having a thousand-yard stare for a moment. You might need to get him out of the cart, Ruby. He's fine. It's fine.]

I need a minute to get enough cognitive function to describe that unholy terror I just experienced.

[MAYBE amazing?]