It only took a second for the blood to rush up to Jacksonâ€™s face as he heard the woman speak, and it turned an even brighter shade of red when she kissed him and he glaired over at her for playing with him like that.  Grumbling something insensible, he just looked down until the red had slowly started to fade from his cheeks, and she questioned him about his needles.  â€œThere a personal favorite of mine, great for self defense, even against those zombies, things.â€ He explained as he picked one up and held it out to her.  â€œThey can collect the static electricity in the air, and store them in micro filament batteries in the center of the needles.  Once their fully charged, the light on the antenna brightens and their ready to go.â€<br/><br/>Flipping it around, he pointed out the silver tip on the end. â€œOnce the silver is covered up, regardless of by what, it completes the circuit inside of the needle and released the static discharge it had collected, putting out roughly fifty-thousand volts of constant electricity and shocking anything within a five feet radius. Of course, if I throw down more then one of the needles, I can create a small wall of electricity thatâ€™s impassiable. Even if those rotted corpses cant feel pain, the electric charges will lock their muscles up until their fried.  Or I could just throw it into one of them and turn them into a walking lightening bomb. See if I twist the silver conducter counterclockwise, itâ€™ll overload the circuits inside, and all that kinect energy itâ€™s stored up, will inside be all released in one fiery explosion equivalent to abuot twelve sticks of tnt.â€<br/><br/>He said this all with an obvious amount of pride in his voice.