It wasn't the crack, or even the wobble. It was the two second delay before a snap resounded, and the chair gave way. He didn't spill out, but he was not happy about the most comfortable chair in existence giving out on him when he really needed it.<br/><br/>He VERY carefully got out of the chair, coolly and calmly, being extremely careful to not flip out. Yes, he had the cash, and putting most of it into bonds and stocks was a good idea, but he had kept a couple million for current needs. And he was going to BUILD most of his useful... He froze, and very carefully turned and opened the locker that held his two combat armors. And then just as carefully shut it, turned, and walked out of the RV. "Going shopping."<br/><br/>His mind was holding onto image of the suits looking like antiqued armor rather than the sleeker designs he had built, the lack of his ability had apparently devolved them somehow. He would figure out how later. For now, he was gonna upgrade his construction equipment, as he had just seen what it would all do when he died, and he would be DAMNED before it looked like crap. "Leaving now. Assuming the bike isn't falling apart as well."