We were chasing the bastard when he slammed a door shut behind him, deadbolts locking into place. We looked around desperately before Norm pulled out his lucky lighter and pulled out some wires from the wall, melting them together.
As the wall began to heat up and then melt, I took the opportunity to ask him something that had been bothering me.
"Norm, every time I meet you, your 'lucky lighter is different."
"Oh, well, luck is what you make of it. And besides, sometimes you need to cash in all your luck, or else-"
Then the wall exploded, violently.
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