He saw that, you can't hide those mouth twitches from him!!! He knows you liiiiike him. The belt absolutely has no muscle controlling it. It's just magic. Chat cracks his knuckles, grinning.

"Nah, I'm good. I got it," he holds his right hand up. "Cataclysm!!!"

A ball of black energy swirls around his hand, bubbling and dangerous. He carefully steps towards the beam, tongue sticking out a little as he concentrates, making sure he hits the right part exactly. The second his hand touches the beam, the part disintegrates. There it goes.

"Okay, done," he says stepping back.