Tony agrees, completely. "I like more. More's good. I can work with more. Less deserts though. Fuck those straight to hell, man. I can't think of a single good time I've ever had in a desert."

However, there is a particular desert experience he's been inspired by in life lately, and that by no means stops here in this psycho-magic-kingdom-death-rumble. With enough scraps and planning he was able to piece something together to aide him in his escape. If it worked once...

He searched through his little pile of scraps for something particular, holds it up and squints at it. Copper wiring still good. Perfect.