Hold on, I'm nice! [He just thinks this is a more pressing question; the authority figures already think they're going nowhere.] You get mad, the lights go out?

[With the light shutting off, he knows something is definitely wrong. And while he doesn't doubt that this bucket of bolts has faulty wiring somewhere, that explanation doesn't feel right. Doesn't account for the charge he feels in the air here, however faint.

It's worrying, when realizes what's fueling this. The sort of agitation he's always told to avoid. He can't conscionably enable this...right?]

That's not something "dumb little kids" can do. Not the ones I know.