Well how about that. The fucking thing did explode. Marcus was a safe distance away by the time it went up in flames, so he's not injured when it actually goes boom. Still, one has to deal with the head-spinning and ear-ringing at least. Explosions aren't exactly on the same level has guns, after all.

Marcus rises from the mailbox that he'd dove under, dusting off his clothing from the dust and debris.

"Next time, I choose the vehicle," he says with a smirk.