"I have an airship, I’ll have you know. I'll be using that from now on instead of being a slave to trains and magical knickknacks that knock me around the world like a cosmic ping pong," Handy muttered to himself as he found a place to slide down and Jacques found himself busy with Thorax. "No more of this carry on, furthering about on the ground, no more bullshit, just a straight shot, pew, from A to B and Hell take the hindmost, rasenfrasen…" Jacques raised a questioning eyebrow at Handy before turning back to Thorax.