Beachside

"No no, I just meant, like, shooting the bartender off into nowhere in particular, not at anyone. Bartenders hurt a lot more than slushies ever could."

Magtok's not being entirely honest here. If it occurred to him that he could've bowled someone over with Dio's flailing limbs, he totally would've done exactly that without a moment's hesitation. Despite all his helpfulness (or maybe because of it), the cyborg still thinks that guy is just the hugest jerk in the world.

"And we commandeered the catapult, which was originally just a shovel poised in just the right spot, off a drunk bearded midget, of course. And then it became something way better. Duh."

Honestly Tina, how did you not already know that? How else would one obtain ancient medieval artillery weapons on a beach?