"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, JESUS CHRIST!" Handy screamed. Why the hell did he even have that song? He didn’t bother to take the expensive brick out of its pouch and resolved to simply and  repeatedly hit it with the flat of his gauntleted fist. The infuriating device had proved shockingly resilient to physical damage ever since he had arrived in this world, so no matter how much he may have liked to some times, he never seemed able to truly destroy it. Perhaps he would take his hammer to it someday once his patience finally wore out and he felt like playing a little smartphone crochet.