Dipper extends a tendril of teke to pick one of the control rods up. It wobbles in the air as he goes to shove it into the dock that needs it, but it melts into a molten pool on the ground when it gets too close.

"I'm going to have to do this faster, aren't I," he asks. "So it can start absorbing neutrons or whatever it's absorbing, before it gets hot enough to melt."

Of course this had to be harder than just gently lowering a control rod into place. He's going to have to fling it at high speed, into a very narrow target, while entire the world is spinning.

"How fast? Can you figure it out using your omnicom?" A pause, and the tiniest grin. "And your giant brain?"

Because calculating it is going to be a factor, so he's giving credit where it's due.

"And if we douse one of them in coolant first, would it make it so it wouldn't have to be as fast?"