(If his inner voice (I) starts talking to you, please, bbg, ignore it. You can't hear him, (I) is in his head.)

Krieg walked aimlessly, trying, and failing, to flip his buzzaxe.

Shouting incoherent sentences, and random threats to... Himself...? Something along those lines.

O - "I HAVE THE SHINIEST MEAT BICYCLE!" I - "Heh. Close enough..." O - "NECKSNAP SONGS FOR THE GARBAGE PEOPLE." I - "Yes, yes. But only for the garbage people. We do not kill the innocent."