[If Abel were a psychic he'd probably smack the other man with a newspaper and remind him that while they both make overthinking look like a sport, it isn't one.

Seeing how he is now, and thankfully so, he shrugs and enters in the program for Central command, the Anti-matter cannon segment. He'd designed it separately as the whole damn thing took up such a large portion of the base that it had become rather tedious doing it all at once. The white halls of Central command start to materialize at the base of the stairs and Abel nods towards them.]

I am actually curious to hear what you think of the design. It's the last defense of the Alliance and the largest cannon ever made, at least where I come from.

[He can't say that statement would hole up across the multi-verse.]