[ It's the middle of the day when Michael seeks Nick out. He sticks his head around the door of whatever room he finds him in. ]

Hey. Listen, I know this is gonna go against every single sensibility you have, but.

[ He holds up a curved, pink glass sword. It's the length of a short sword, and it's glowing, hazing between shades of pink and purple. ]

I tried locking it up, leaving it at work, even burying the god damned thing, and it keeps coming back. Do not touch it, ever, I don't care if it sits up and asks you to. It'll kill you.

Okay?