This has been a very exhausting day and it wasn't even half over yet. First Burt was jogging for an explosion, then he was running from Nazi's and now he was pushing and armoured truck full of people to a community centre. Burt was beginning to really regret not working out while he was in prison. 

"So magic man, you have enough of that crazy gas to where you could give us some cover while we get the civilians in the center. Like grenades you could chuck in a few spots while we make our way in?" asked  the human matchstick. Mysterio nearly face-palmed (or as close as he could get in his helmet) at his enormous stupidity. Why didn't he make gas bombs? That would have been so easy and so simple yet still super effective!

"'Friad not." Burt said through gritted teeth "I can probably distract a bunch if we can get a bunch of my smog in their systems but I don't have any grenades or nothing. Just the nozzles on my suit." Burt said with a grunt as he continued pushing the car.