Masks 2

Sam had stared dumbfounded at the propane tank for a full five minutes. Finally, he looked at his brother ineffectually fighting the crab legs, then to the propane tank, then to the group going to the cathedral, then to his brother again, the propane tank, and then his brother one last time. Gears in his head seemed to turn, but maybe not click. Finally, he cupped a hand to his mouth to shout.

"JIM! DO SOMETHIN' COOL!"

Sam hurled the propane tank in Jim's direction, hoping he'd maybe.... Cut off the cap and send it rocketing at a leg joint, or something.