Long fang, while enjoying the idiot courier's suffering, decided to intervene. He leaped down and began auto firing with the plasma caster, letting loose a constant low level string of shots, before it ran out and needed recharging. He jabbed in at the neck of the strange creature, hoping to kill or at least paralyze.
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The wanderer yanked off his helmet, nearly in tears over his predicament. "I mean shit, this is the first time I've been able to sit and think since dad died. What's everyone else going through at home right now? What the fuck am I thinking trying to stay here and help? What's Lyons going through right now? We haven't had time to talk in the first place, and now this is happening, what if some stupid crazy negative me is home right now...
OoC: You have to feel bad for the guy, when you consider that throughout the game he's had maybe 5 minutes while you were controlling him to think about life, when you accidentally clicked on that one chair and he performed that super long animation.