Subject: Thoth bumped the fist gently.
Posted on: 2017-11-09 19:21:01 UTC

Tom sighed. He pulled a spare metal plate off his costume. "Thoth, demonstrate, would you?"

Thoth took the plate and spit on it. The liquid sizzled, bubbling ominously and leaving a hole in the plate. "My spit is acid. It is occasionally useful, although sometimes inconvenient."

"And," said Tom, "it's a fun charge for any Sue who endeavors to kiss a Space Marine - rare, but fun when it happens. Or rather, popping the into a reality room afterwards is fun." He looked at Derik. "Oh. Sorry..."