Mark checked his watch (it was his watch now at least) and shrugged his shoulders, “eh, there’s still time before that happens,” he said and reached up and grabbed his own collar sending a volt of lightning through it to short it out now that he knew it was safe and bomb free. He eyed the still red collar, “That probably wouldn’t work on your collar would it?” It’d actually probably blow it up now that he thought about it rationally. Thank god he hadn’t tried that with his collar previously.
“Some time? Yeah, thanks bud. I really needed to know that.” He said with a hint of sarcasm. “No, it probably wouldn’t. It would probably set the whole thing off. Do you think there are any tools around? Maybe a janitor’s closet or something?” He asked, standing up. “Maybe you can help me.”