You can't lie
He said.
"Once you get hit with a beam from this baby." He spread his arms in the air, "boom! Anything can go right through you, name it, a bullet, a sword, a python bite! Ugh, it's so crazy, it might just work out well." He chuckled, closing the sketch pad and returning it to his bag.
"It's just crazy enough to work." He added in conclusion, turning to look at me while he waited for a solid response.
"Enough to work, you say. That's a sign of uncertainty." I shook my head again and crossed one leg over the other.