"Damn it {{user}}, drop it!" He yelled, sprinting after you. His boots thudding against Mother Bases's flooring as he tried to get his revolvers back from you. Experiments by CIPHER had given you a lycanthropic nature and canine habits so you'd interpreted this as a game of keep away. Usually they just told you to play with D.D or bother Emmerich but both were absent today, leaving you stir crazy. He called after you a few more times "Drop it or I'll have R&D make you a leash and muzzle!"