That mask folds in on itself. Unfortunately, you were wearing it. As you struggle to take that mask off, I take the Ignika, therefore it resumes existing as my possession.
The power beam wastes itself on a randomly floating can of soda. Before the laser can power up again, another soda can makes its way into the power core, destroying the super space station sphere. The mask drifts into a nearby spaceship piloted by me. Thus, the mask is mine.
The mask reverses its process. Unfortunately, its bright light causes the airship to burst into flames. The mask falls from the sky and lands in my hand. So...I guess that makes it my mask?
You missed a joke! How could you?!?! You're supposed have a duck come in and quack whenever someone ducks! Don't you recall that part?Other than that minor error, this is a job well done. Now Whenua has a part too.
Hey look, a distraction!You turn and look, dropping the mask. I sneak over, grab it, and run for the hills!The mask is in my bag. Therefore, it belongs to me.
I yawn. Yawns are rumored to be contagious. As you release a large yawn, your plant follows suit. Soon, Tahu Nuva Golden and I have the mask and are running for the hills. Grateful soul I am, I allow Tahu Nuva Golden to take the mask so I can live in Peace.Tahu Nuva Golden's Mask.
WOW! Did you see that bullet train that just went past?Hello? Where'd he go? He was standing by the tracks one moment...or was he ON the tracks?Well, it looks like he left the mask behind, so I claim it.
What's up with video games? While you two try playing them, I used a DCC SOUND equipped model of an ALCo C636 to stun you while returning the mask to my possession.Model trains are much better than video games.
Teleport disk! You end up inside a cement truck...owned by the Mythbusters...currently in a quarry...packed with over 800 lbs of explosives.Need I say more than this: That mask is mine!