[Dist is out in his driveway, meticulously working with the Kaiser's gun. He'd been a bit nervous about powering him up, but unlike last time he didn't start sparking and exploding, so Dist decided to count his blessings. Later on he would do a more thorough inspection, but for the moment his main project was modifying the gun to fire something other than its specialized fonic shells. Nails had seemed like a cheap and effective alternative, and as such he'd built up a stack of them sizable enough to build himself a second house. Now, the only thing to do would be to load it up and see if it could fire them in the first place to determine just how much modification would be necessary... so, naturally, he loaded the gun up and aimed it at the lawn.

Another thirty or so seconds later, the lawn, the side of the house, and half of the car are riddled with hot nails. The gun had fired, but it had spun wildly out of control; the only reason Dist hadn't been run through was because he'd been holding it from behind. Completely unperturbed, he sits himself down in the Kaiser's cockpit and begins to take the gun apart.]