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{Lancer steps out onto the Plane in a hawaiian shirt and shorts, soaked to the bone. He sighs in irritation as he plops down on the ground with his lance in hand with a fishing line tied to it. He lays it down beside him and feels his eyebrow twitch, irate.

He snorts and stares down at his soaked being, still dripping with lake water.}

What do you do to people who annoy the hell out of you? I think payback is needed in this case.