[i][/i]	But, suddenly, the phone rings, making Jack finally cast his eyes away from his experiment as his boss picks up. Boss’s eyes blow wide for a moment as Jack can just hear a voice yell frantically through the phone. But then Boss’s eyes crinkle and he laughs. Jack smiles as he turns back to his work. He knows even before his boss says anything that the age of nothing interesting is ending abruptly, without pretense, and most probably with entirely horrible and completely wonderful theatrics. 

	As he continues prepping his experiment for the blowtorch, Jack catches his boss doing his five second morning routine. He would have to figure out what he could bribe Boss with to let Jack study his abilities someday soon, but for now he pulled out the torch and flipped down his goggles.

	[color=f7976a]“Imma torch, okay?”[/color] He called out, using two of his spider legs to clear a space on the desk to set the now purple, gooey substance on. He flicked off the safety on the handle, whispered [color=f7976a]“[i]Algerfraster[/i],”[/color] and torched.