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Ray's not as bouncy now as he was this morning, but he's still a very, very happy man today. So dinner, despite the Bar's history of feeding him healthy things with whole grains in, involves a big hunk of dead cow on a bun and a lot of fried things. It's been a good diurnal anomaly. What can we say?

Anyway, he could probably do with some company.

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Ray beams, visibly relieved. "Thank you, Egon. You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that..."

He picks up his drink, takes a sip. "Anyway. My whole point with telling you about Andrew's world- other than explaining the scars in advance of you actually seeing them, there's another set on my left shoulder, by the way- was to tell you that as part of the preparation for the battle I put together several more proton packs for the other people who were willing and able to use them. So there's a spare or two upstairs. I've added fingerprint power-up security so that none of them can be switched on by the wrong people; right now Peter and I are the only ones who can turn them on, but there's room in the bioident memory for several more authorizees. They've had a few other upgrades, too, the most notable of which is the Anakin latch- yes, as in Anakin Skywalker, he was here for a while and he helped me work on the packs when I first got here- anyway, the Anakin latch functions as a kind of safety and reroutes the particle stream between the original accelerator and the quantum-spin match function of the positron collider so that when the protons make their appearance they pass briefly through warpspace. The upshot of this is that crossing the streams with the Anakin latch engaged is not immediately fatal to everything and everyone we've ever known. It can be disengaged at need, of course."

"Also, the throwers now go up to eleven."