Odd punches bullets, clocking Steeljack

Gwen pulls out a pair of pistols, and fires wildly at Hale to pull his focus. It does, because he starts punching the bullets down into the ground. "He's like a bear! He's like a big shaved bear that hates people!"

"And there is the other side of self-indulgence," Hale says, before wheeling around and cleaning my clock out of nowhere. "No matter if it fits, no matter if it is to something completely removed from the tone, the references jam themselves in wherever they can. Writing simply to regurgitate the things which have already been done, in the hopes anyone else will recognize it. And in doing so, you turn away those who don't get it. No one can 'get' everything. Putting in those self-indulgent moments doesn't add a thing."

"You're wrong," I say, still a bit punch drunk. Hale looks to add more, but Lancelot slashes him in the side, keeping him off me for a few.