"She's called Casalilia!" the Goblin huffed, pulling out a small box from his pocket with a big red button on it, and a metal wire at the top, "It's only when you press this button on the remote control that she'll explode! No matter if you throw her off a cliff or chuck her into a foundry, Casalilia, like a stubborn nun, will refuse to show you her true passion!"
"Impressive, but can you put that remote away first?" Kalalin asked nervously, eyeing the device in the Goblin's hand, "Lancelot, are you able to carry this thing and fly?"
"Are you joking, of course not," Lancelot shook his head, "But couldn't I just put it in the Dimensional Bag?"
"Uh, right, didn't think of that," Kalalin said with an embarrassed smile, "Last question, Phil, this... Casalilia, right? What's her... explosion radius approximately?"
"I've never tested it," Phil shrugged, "Listen, each bomb like Casalilia is a work of art, have you ever seen two paintings that are exactly the same?"
