[Look out? Oh. Oh, that's incoming death. The media always claimed your life would flash before your eyes, but this quick-fire approach to snuffing out his flame is only leaving him enough time to test if his internal censors are working.]
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[They do.
The deer-monsters shriek. He twists his body so none of the natives are in the collision zone. Then, like the magic it is, there's suddenly a slow rain of small, fragile blocks and adorable, tiny versions of his box form floating down on umbrellas. The blocks break in one touch and the summoned helpers can't do much but grasp at the intruder with tiny hands, but softening the blow before this turns into the most tragic and spectacular explosion of gorgeous metal is his only thought-process.]
YO WHAT UP
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[They do.
The deer-monsters shriek. He twists his body so none of the natives are in the collision zone. Then, like the magic it is, there's suddenly a slow rain of small, fragile blocks and adorable, tiny versions of his box form floating down on umbrellas. The blocks break in one touch and the summoned helpers can't do much but grasp at the intruder with tiny hands, but softening the blow before this turns into the most tragic and spectacular explosion of gorgeous metal is his only thought-process.]