"AHH, WHAT THE FUCK!!" Brenden screamed as he felt the slight bit of weight added to his belt.
"TAYLOR!!!" Holding his hands out to the side in a T-pose, Brenden went completely still as if any slight movement would set the particle grenade off.
"Oh, will you quit being such a little bitch? I just told you the damn thing is deactivated so long as it's in the pouch on your belt, hell even if you got hit by a tank shell, it wouldn't go off. So long as it's in that pouch, there is ZERO risk of it blowing up, not to mention you first need to pour Particles into it, then hit the button." Rolling my eyes at how dramatic my brother was acting, I tossed out a few more odds and ends, like a compact rope and such, that could all be useful to him if the need arose.
"I am NOT being dramatic; you just strapped a bomb to my hip that can level five city blocks! Inactive or not, a BOMB IS A BOMB!" He complained without dropping his arms and continuing to stay frozen in place.
