Leaving RG blind and unarmed, Gore was satisfied he would be incapacitated for a while. He smiled at Gappiqu's message, happily. He didn't really want to kill Rick. He took a friendly step toward him. He could tell by Rick's eyes that he wouldn't have had the heart to swing that bar at him. Instead, he offered an arm to him, to aid him to get up from his slouch in the corner.
"You hear that, laddie? Don't do a runner and we won't have to get nasty at all. Which I really don't wanna do right now. Smoke?" He offered a Lungbuster to Rick, remembering to keep an eye on the robot - he'd seen Greeters get back up after a few hits and... could they even see at all? They were big mouths plastered on to trashcans. He smiled to himself. Greeters were in happier days to Goresplatter, he thought to himself.
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