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Fluke's head tilted as he heard the buzz of the intercom followed by a voice, "You have enough energy... I read your charts.... You better do it okay... Then maybe I can help you..." the feminine voice spoke to which Fluke rolled his eyes, before sighing hesitantly. Fluke walked up to the metal pole, at a extremely slow pace. He felt electricity pulsing through him since his anger had generated quite a bit. His hand automatically grabbed the pole, and he instinctively began feeding electricity inside, the bulb shone brightly. However Fluke continued to do this, until overloading the bulb forcing it to shatter, he covered his eyes with his hand reflexively: which protected him from the shards of glass, however he had a few cuts on his cheek which blue electricity cracked over every so often. Fluke looked forward before his eyes settled on the booth, and a glare formed "Look I did it? Aren't I strong?" He spoke in a mocking manner.