ataque mental de cowl 2

"O h," Bob said. "Something hit the model, hard. There was an energy surge. Boom. The psychic backlash lit up your mental fusebox."
-Ah-dijo Bob-. Algo golpeó con fuerza la maqueta. Una ráfaga de energía. ¡Bum! La reacción psíquica fundió tus fusibles mentales.
"You got lucky, is what. Something you met out there threw a big blast of psychic energy at you. But it had to come at you through your threshold and the model. The threshold weakened it, and Little Chicago shorted out when the blast hit, or..."
"Or what?" I asked.
"Or you wouldn't have that headache," Bob said.