[...and then there's a moment of hesitation; his eyes go unfocused and look off from the camera. Is he actually free? Or is he just on probation? Does it matter? He's stuck on a space ship and if he slips up he'll go back into the slammer no matter what it says on paper.
He shakes off the derailed thought (literally) and brings his attention back to the camera.]
Been keepin' me hands busy! Ya know what they gave me? Infinite storage. Like a cartoon character! Check it out!
[Junkrat puts his omnicom on a stable surface and takes a few steps back so that the whole frame can capture his upper body. He turns a quarter to the side, to where his bag sits on his hip, of which he puts a provocative tilt in like a mistress showing a little bit too much ankle. One hand unclasps and lifts the bag's flap, while his metal one, pinky out like a flourish to a sleight of hand, digs in and slowly starts pulling out--
the tank to an acetylene torch.
Two feet later and it's obvious that there's still more left to be pulled out, enough to get the message across that it should be by all rights impossible for it to fit in his bag, Junkrat waggles his bushy eyebrows as if there were a suggestive punchline to be had here. He sinks it back into his bag and fastens it back up again, then takes up his omnicom again.]
I know it ain't the flashiest of superpowers. I'll be honest, mate, I was kinda disappointed when I first found out, but ya know what? There ain't nothin' more perfect in this world fer someone like me!
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[...and then there's a moment of hesitation; his eyes go unfocused and look off from the camera. Is he actually free? Or is he just on probation? Does it matter? He's stuck on a space ship and if he slips up he'll go back into the slammer no matter what it says on paper.
He shakes off the derailed thought (literally) and brings his attention back to the camera.]
Been keepin' me hands busy! Ya know what they gave me? Infinite storage. Like a cartoon character! Check it out!
[Junkrat puts his omnicom on a stable surface and takes a few steps back so that the whole frame can capture his upper body. He turns a quarter to the side, to where his bag sits on his hip, of which he puts a provocative tilt in like a mistress showing a little bit too much ankle. One hand unclasps and lifts the bag's flap, while his metal one, pinky out like a flourish to a sleight of hand, digs in and slowly starts pulling out--
the tank to an acetylene torch.
Two feet later and it's obvious that there's still more left to be pulled out, enough to get the message across that it should be by all rights impossible for it to fit in his bag, Junkrat waggles his bushy eyebrows as if there were a suggestive punchline to be had here. He sinks it back into his bag and fastens it back up again, then takes up his omnicom again.]
I know it ain't the flashiest of superpowers. I'll be honest, mate, I was kinda disappointed when I first found out, but ya know what? There ain't nothin' more perfect in this world fer someone like me!
[He cackles.]