“you know how this chalice works right?” Tom asked.
“yeah,” the hired thug replied, “grants you any skill to achieve what you want, but you use it to be a sports commentator, pitiful.”
“Yes, but when is your boss going to learn?” Tom asked, stopping to sip from the chalice. “After all this is my, what, seventh time changing my identity? It doesn’t just give me the skills necessary to achieve a goal but those to maintain it.” Just then, Tom pressed a button releasing the trap door beneath the thug. He falls through, dropping into the stadium wading pool.