Given all Donnie's previous experiences with Accelerator, it's still difficult to believe those sounds coming out of his mouth.

He doesn't immediately banish the mystic-tech cannon, just in case anyone has the wild idea to try something stupid. Finally the sounds of fleeing thugs diminishes, leaving only Accelerator, Donnie, and the guys who were knocked unconscious and scattered about the warehouse floor.

With a sigh, Donnie dismisses the cannon in a shimmering of pixelated light.

"Probably. Still way too much effort on guys like that. Come on, let's get out of here. You owe me a real coffee, by the way." Because coffee sure helps with frazzled nerves.