I was just shooting things with other things! The thing just walks around whicheverway it wants, with no regard to where my mind wills it. Yet it'll shoot where I tell it to, bygum!

Clenching muscles randomly in the deepest dark sounds strangely like it shouldn't. Perhaps you need a nearby electricalpulsegenerator to shockshockschock the things into submission and subsequent following orders. A rogue muscle-group is a dangerous convoy.

Or perhaps it weren't muscles at all. These language we sprecken differently makes odd fedbellows at times, twining understanding atwixt miss hunderbulker, the queen of alfa romeo.