He's gonna punch destiny in the face. And maybe that McEngineer guy. Because frag him.

He doesn't count on luck, though: he's gonna count on his warm oil and the line of his thumbs along her back seams to do the trick. If he does this right, she'll start snoring (and maybe even drooling) into the carpet, and he just might liberate a grenade from her collection on his way out. Maybe. But he'd leave breakfast on the stove for her.