Well, great. Not an obstacle course. Probably meant something even worse because this guy seemed to think he was Casey's parole officer or something. And Casey refused to let all the school counselors that told him he'd end up with one be right.

"It's what the padding's for, duh!" He groused as he followed. Well, the space was open. Maybe Casey could claim he was late for something important and leave before Wash could- Hello.

"Fireworks? Oh, lots. Used to use them to fight ninja robots and stuff," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Strapped a bunch to my bike hooked up to a switchboard."