[He doesn't answer. He exhales slowly, black, almost volcanic looking smoke billowing from his mouth.]
[He bangs his fists together and sparks fly, like striking superheated metal with a hammer. The police robots seem to hesitate a little before Darin launches into another assault. The heat appears to be rising in the area to the point where the robots are starting to melt.]
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[He bangs his fists together and sparks fly, like striking superheated metal with a hammer. The police robots seem to hesitate a little before Darin launches into another assault. The heat appears to be rising in the area to the point where the robots are starting to melt.]
[Let's hope Muzet doesn't mind the heat.]