"Oh, um." Wolfgang glances down at his hand, cringing, then gives this helpless little shrug when he looks up again. "I don't know why anyone lets me play with hammers," he says, sounding half exasperated, half resigned. He doesn't actually need to explain what's going on with him for that to make sense on its own -- he has this absent-minded flightiness about him combined with zero common sense, it is honestly more surprising he still has the whole hand.

"On the plus side, the power's on." Okay, no, he is a little pleased with himself for having managed to do that project and not killed anything even a little bit, least of all his dignity, which he never had to begin with.