[Ah, one of those types.

Donnie flicks a look out of the corner of his eye, watching that weird appendage settle as he shoves at the crowbar he's wedged into the door seam.]

Haven't really hit a limit yet. I can build up any equipment I can think of or understand the workings of. ...I guess the real problem is conjuring up something on the fly that I don't have a good image of in my head.