Juicing Up and Storming Out

Well, look. If it ain't ‹name›, the talk of the camp. <Didi grabs your hand and looks closely at your ring.> That ring on ya finger sure is peculiar, ya sure ya don't want a different one? <Didi looks up at you and winks.> I'm just yankin' ya chain, let's see what we can do with it! Ya get me enough of that magic metal lookin' stuff we've been finding, and I'll see about gettin' you suited up in the Pummeler over there. Your ring oughta give it the juice it needs to really wreak some havoc!