"High voltage," John explained with a laugh when she jumped, pointing to a nearby component inside. "The transformer puts out a couple thousand volts. What I just did discharges that energy so I can touch it without getting fried."
Setting the alligator clips aside, he picked up the earlier threads of conversation while he poked around experimentally inside the microwave, just taking stock of what was in what condition. "But, yeah, somehow the big game and which cheerleader was cheating on the quarterback paled in comparison to trying to stop an Armageddon situation that would leave most of them as nothing more than 'bleached skulls'." He poked at the power relay with a screwdriver, a slight frown forming on his face when the metal gave a tiny bit. "We don't really have real supernatural stuff, though. Your typical ghost stories and legends, but that's all it is. Stories. I guess that's where a Slayer would come in?" he asked, recalling what he'd read in the public messages.
The cooling fan was loose when he poked his screwdriver at that next and he could see the wiring leading from it was charred and frayed.