R1C Smashes phone

"Right. Say hi to the missus for me, Beauregard."

"Yes, sir."

The line went dead. Apparently they had finished scraping all the copper out of the wiring, and left Saxton there, holding the phone, in this stinking, awful barroom basement. The ex-CEO of Mann Co, the ex-wealthy adventurer.

Saxton made a fist and smashed the phone into scrap.

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Saxton opened the door from the basement level and snapped it off its hinges. He waddled in, dragging a bed-sized chunk of concrete wall, attached to a pay phone, that seemed to be attached to his whole fist. Then he carefully tried to put the door back the wrong way around.

Chuuya let Gentaro drop. He couldn't concentrate on being mad anymore, anything floating was starting to descend. The kid wasn't even crying anymore, he was dead serious. Honestly creeped him out how he could switch gears so quick...

"I'm sorry," Gentaro said, softly. Now Chuuya could turn and watch in disbelief as Saxton scraped his way across the wooden floors with his garbage in tow.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you seriously just going to break everyfuckingthing you touch."

"Not everything." Saxton lifted up the concrete-payphone chunk and slammed it against his own skull. The entire thing cracked and shattered into metal scraps and powder in an instant. The bartender started fixing him a scotch. "Anyway, just got off the call with ol' Beauregard. Should be smooth sailing from here on out, no wukkas. But, just since I'm curious, were you working on a backup plan to get us out of this?"