[His phaser's beeping with its overheat warning, and the sink's red hot. Jim grimaces, switches it from hand to hand. He's not willing to holster it, not yet, even if it's getting hard to hold.]
That won't work again, this thing's gonna blow up. The next big grouping's thirty-five degrees north by north-east.
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That won't work again, this thing's gonna blow up. The next big grouping's thirty-five degrees north by north-east.