[ The response is immediate. The guitar, feeding on the energy, something inside it - some engine, some amplifier - roaring to life. Perfectly tuned, perhaps, but 'not entirely calibrated correctly' is right- The bolts that SHOOT out of it not only connect with the desk below Elecman, but arc off and over, filling the air with energy. Massive and powerful.

And sending Starscream ducking and swearing. ]

OKAY, okay, fucking over-compensated with it-

[ He peeks back over. ] Though you certainly would give Antlers a bad time if you hit him with that...