"Oh, fucking Satan, this is going to take a while," he mutters to himself. Granted, the metal arm might make up for Fizz's lack of any actual skill in combat and at least means he won't be breaking his thumb.

"Yeah, it's uh...it's going to take a lot longer than one afternoon. I'm gonna just..."

He pulls out a calendar and starts flipping through it. Fizz might notice that Blitzo doesn't have anything lined up for the rest of the day, and yet he keeps looking at the calendar like he's figuring something out.

"Thursdays look pretty light for the next couple weeks. I could probably get any hits done by noon and we could make it a regular thing."

Because no way is he going to get this done in just one session.