"Alright, great! See ya!" [It's an hour and a forty five minutes before Magilou comes back, marching over with a triumphant grin and a her saw in hand.

"Step back, will you? We wouldn't want me accidentally chopping your hand off, now would we?" [She injects a small bit of nightmare imagery, just to freak him out a bit, before she gets to work with the diamond tipped saw blade at creating a hole just big enough for him to slip through. Her hands with the device are, all things considered, surprisingly steady.]