Perhaps you are overdoing it... just a little. But then, we're talking about a bored, unrestrained Gearhead Spark.
Speaking of which, this scene came to mind regarding Myk's reaction to the events of the day, once things have settled down and cleanup has commenced. He is past the usual states of swearing angry. He's livid. Go ahead and edit it a bit if you need to, but I tried to be non-specific about the levels of carnage that are going to occur.
"You know how parents tell you everything's going to fine, but you know they're lying to make you feel better? Everything's going to be fine." - The Doctor
Speaking of which, this scene came to mind regarding Myk's reaction to the events of the day, once things have settled down and cleanup has commenced. He is past the usual states of swearing angry. He's livid. Go ahead and edit it a bit if you need to, but I tried to be non-specific about the levels of carnage that are going to occur.
Quote:Jet sat down as she took in the reports, the crate serving as a seat creaking underneath her. It could have been much, much worse.--
She almost didn't notice Myk-El come in. Anika looked at him, and quickly excused herself with a noise, which made Jet look up at him.
To say that he looked intense would have been an understatement. Jet had seen him angry, once, pushed past his usual ability to maintain composure in the face of frustration, but this was something else entirely.
He was -enraged-.
"Jet. We need to talk about what just happened." Something in his voice made Jet sit up straight. It wasn't flat, but it was -even-, no real significant inflection, like it was tightly controlled, which was further indication he was beyond simply angry. No, if he'd been simply angry, his voice would have been higher, full of energy, and laced with at least one swear word in just that sentence, if not two or three.
He sat down in the seat across from her, eyes boring into her.
"I'm going to tell this to you, because I can't guarantee that I won't kill him if I tell this to him. The boy needs a job. More job than Survival Shot seems to give him. Preferably a job that channels his tendencies, and ensures he at least only puts himself in danger when he goes out in his latest creation."
Jet made to protest, but Myk raised his hand, finger pointed towards the ceiling. "Let me finish. How much damage did that latest creation of his do before it was brought to heel? How many people did he put in danger with it? How much of a tragedy would he have created if he'd been noticed even five seconds later?" He crossed his arms. "I talked to Jeremy right after the incident. If they hadn't had asked that the tunnel be closed for a filming segment, how many people would have been in that tunnel when he came barreling through it? How many would have died as he crashed through them?" He chuckled, so dry Jet felt her own mouth dry out suddenly. "I was literally ten seconds away from that myself, Jet. I was riding with The Stig ahead of the filming crew. Even he broke his silence, broke character, when we saw him flash past the shelter."
Myk stood up. "This is the sort of example that I use in my training classes, Jet. 'Yet another reminder of just how dangerous handwavium was, when mixed with a fool.' He needs more occupation than what he's getting. Or, at least, more supervision when he goes to play with those dangerous toys you have just lying around out of boredom. Figure out how to occupy him, or get him somewhere that can occupy him."
"You know how parents tell you everything's going to fine, but you know they're lying to make you feel better? Everything's going to be fine." - The Doctor