[A clatter as knives are dropped all over the floor. The voice is echoing around the kitchen, quite hysterical.]
Really don't want to get close enough to use these... Where the fuck is my mace? The--the--ah, tazer, I--
[A moment of realisation; then hysterical shouting.]
ACHILLES. PATROCLUS. Y--you leave me here on my own to rescue that
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