"Nick. I do metal. You know, fences, chains, gizmos, guns and knives and stuff."

This was a lot to process. He'd just come to terms with the fact that he'd been given special powers to fight the Vygorn control, and now he was in the basement of an abandoned building hanging out with a bunch of kids who had la-la magic nature powers, being told he was a 'Hygorn' or whatever by a [i]fucking [b]dragon.[/b][/i]

He rubbed his brow. "Yeah, I'm gonna be honest, Phil, I'm more confused now than I think I've ever been in my life. No more explanations, I feel like at this rate, they're just gonna get weirder and weirder. How about you just... tell us exactly what yall want us to do, and let us talk it over? Believe me, I'd love to bust the Vygorns a new one, but I'm gonna need a bit more to go on."