I know, [ he says, a little bit annoyed. Truthfully, it's a fair concern, he just doesn't want to deal with it. He thinks it'll probably be all right, but he's no portal expert; something could go wrong. In his experience, something always goes wrong. It's just a matter of what.

He sighs, already a little frustrated — this is cyborgism! — and rubs his temples. ] If I could shut it down, do you think I would have ripped my own arm off? [ You know, just for fun and profit.

He purses his lips, glancing around. ] I mean, maybe I could mess with it enough to disable it without ruining it if I had some tools... which I don't. Plus, I'd be doing it one-handed. Turns out a robot arm has a much smaller trouble to cool ratio than you'd think.