Newt considered his options. Kang had a very valid point about Hermann's role as translator, one that Newt was momentarily distracted from as he huffed and pouted at the accusation that he'd be a big baby about cutting off a claw. Would not be. Totally would not be.

{ I'm pretty sure structurally my claws are similar to a couple of other Kaiju we've seen, so I can figure you're safe until about two-thirds of the way into the nail. Say...half. Half is safe. WAITWAIT don't say it. I have an idea. }

Kang's phone chimed, possibly from inside his protective suit, with a text message from Newt...who was now doing the Kaiju equivalent of whistling and looking away, nonchalant and totally not guilty.

Are you familiar with the game "telephone," dude? Because that's totally what we're playing. It's a game where you pass a comment down the chain of listeners--NOT THE POINT. Point is. Tell Qubit about halfway through the nail should be safe to clip.

{ Remember the submarine? Same idea. } He tapped a claw against his forehead. { Genius, amirite? }

Hermann stared, piecing Newton's plan together, and rolled his eyes, returning to his laptop.

"Yes," he said loudly and with blatant sarcasm. "Truly ingenious, Newton. Congratulations."