[Goresplatter]

Goresplatter was distracted by the new slig walking into the room. He winced as the slig kicked Gappiqu. He knelt to Gappiqu to check if he was ok, and gave him a comforting pat on the back. Gore reached for his gun so he could look angrier as he approached the 'Stivik' character, but remembered he'd smashed it. His weak-will took the better of him, and he decided to leave it for now. He walked up to Stivik and interrupted the mudokons rudely.
Goresplatter: Hey, Stivik, my names' Goresplatter... erm, just call me Gore please, hehe... you know where I can see a Vykker round here? My stuffs is busteds.
Gore points to his visor, cracked and sparking, and his pants, wrecked.
Goresplatter: Also, I think I need a replacement gun, my other one snapped.
He turned his attention to the mudokons. One of them was black, which startled him for a second - he would have to take another look when his visor was fixed..
Goresplatter: Hahah, hey, can I whack one of these? They look fun to whack... you guys know of any Vykkers in these parts? If ya' do I might not whack ya' so hard.
Gore laughed evilly to himself. He felt like letting off some stress, and he hadn't got his gun, but he still had his baton in a hidden carrier on his pants.