"Great," Lars responds, eyes stuck on the Psiionic's wings. Gross... Kinda cool, but gross. "I guess I'll let you know if my shitty pilot light goes out or somethin'."

As if Lars cooks. Ha ha.

He grabs his radio from where it's hooked on his belt loop, and squints at it, "Guess I should prolly play around with this thing—get to know it a lil better."