The Chains Around Me

"I'm a craftsman about it. With your arms crackling with electrical energy, you grasp his neck and surging vaults of electricity. Charge into his body," she says. "Oh, ice to just lightning you." She then pulls the chains closer until they're nose-to-nose - but he's still in her esophagus. 'That motherfucker was weak and petty,' Rob responds. "'Shocking grasp on this motherfucker' ... I hate all games.' He takes two turns at being called a fag by someone who didn't even read my article'"