Well, at least he has a warning that time. Which Remy heeds, turning his head away. There's still a few spots in front of his eyes as he turns back and grins. "Reckon we can do somet'in' 'bout dat."

He still has a couple of balls, eyeing the ball pit again and picking out a few of the glue grenades. Ones that seem to be in good clusters. Then it's only a matter of picking out the right spot and throwing a charged ball in the center for another bunch of grenades going off and the glue hardening to be nearly a floor of its own now. "T'ink we might be okay."