A wave of nausea rises up in Forge's gut. Then he brightens up.
"That's what I wanna build next!"
Seemingly lost in his own little world, Forge rushes over to the junkpile and starts collecting parts.
"Damon, can you hand me those nuts over there? And that wrench? Also, if you see a particle assimilator somewhere around, toss it over...otherwise I may have to build one from scratch."
Something is taking shape in Forge's head, but he hasn't yet explained himself...once he gets started it's hard to get him off the train.