[Satan looks at their hand for a second, and decides to decline their offer to help, instead depositing the now broken-off steering wheel in Pyro's open palm.] Ha. No thanks, buddy. I can handle myself- I'm the one in charge of saving everybody else, it'd be- [Giving a grunt, he crawls up to the wall and starts leaning against it to push himself up into a standing position.] a REAL problem, if I couldn't- [He gives a deep breath upon getting back on his feet again... his back still pressed firmly against the wall for support.] ...yeah. See? That's what being the champ's about. [He crosses his arms to sell his Coolness even more.]

...y'might wanna talk to the whosit's running this joint about putting the wheel back in, by the by. Unless you're planning on just riding with the stick shift and crashing the car on every turn.