[b][i]He unholstering a huge revolver, pointing it at your skull.[/i][/b]
"He's saved my ass countless times, so don't talk bad about him. He may be crazy, but he's probably a better fighter than most people on this ship."
"No. My soul is in this thing. See, we were fighting a group of mercs who had a habit of collecting the targets soul as a trophy. Akkar busted in, took them down, then ported me into this body."
"Nah. I'm about to go shoot a gun that could easily tear a tree apart and hope it doesn't explode in my hand right after making it. Being drunk, and yes, I can be, won't help."