<color=darkred> Still twitching a bit and breathing heavily from the electricity, Cirque couldn't help but crack a smile as May picked up her knife. Luckilly, it was hidden by the mask.
"Well," he said, after the convulsions had finally passed. "If you must know..." He sped up his pace.
"I generate hydrocarbons in the atmosphere, transferring them to turbonuclear reactors in order to transfer my subconscious to the conscious and then to reality. From there, I use quantum mechanics to alchemize an item most useful to the situation."
"And then I wish reeeeally reeeeeally hard." He added.