That handwave is like a red cape to a bull, and poor Shiro isn't listening to Vyng's struggle to warn him. Maybe it will eventually dawn on him once he sees that Tuck is not slowing down, hasn't blinked since he reached the sands, and is glaring bloody murder at the one man still standing.

If ever there's a moment Shiro thought, uh-oh, it's too late. He is hit with all the force of an enraged three hundred pound behemoth and lifted into the air by his neck with one big arm, legs dangling more than a foot off the ground.

"He was supposed to get toilet paper! What did you do?!" Tuck screams at Shiro again.