”Look at my eyes, first. As I said I’m American. I need help finishing my driver.” The slots on the belt buckle spark up violently as I get thrown back on to the couch. ”Milady, why are you shuddering?” The driver ejects smoke from the lever and shorts out. ”Good, it died down for now.” I pull it off of my driver and I place it on a table. ”I need to finish it. It’s not complete yet.”