Continue growling at anybody who looks at me funny stand in the corner with arms crossed, waiting for the next episode
I AM UNHAPPY WITH MY CURRENT SITUATION AND IF YOU GET NEAR ME I WILL MAKE YOU UNHAPPY TOO VIA BITES.
Go get a snack.
Laugh at everyone else.
You get a prepackaged sandwich from the refrigerator. As you stand back up, you notice Larry charging straight towards you, hands outstretched, tongue flopping about.
One more thing, would you rather Cromwell die of his injuries, be mercy killed by his teammates, or executed by his enemies?
It can't be all three?
Hmm, if Navarro could do it, I'd prefer that.
"Sorry friend. It was a good run. See you in red team heaven one day."
Take Magarth's ice pick, and stab Cromwell in the heart with it. Better a quick death than a slow one.
You take Magarth's icepick and, rather then the slow death of a heart stab, You carefully align it between the base of the skull and the first vertebrae and jam it in and up, severing the spinal cord and slicing up the brain stem. He's dead before he hits the ground.
"Will be real funny if I ever get out of here!" Gilbert observes.
See if there's any TV to watch.
There's a tv to watch. You go and stare at the box without turning it on.
As everyone does their thing, the door into the room opens and the Host walks in, chipper as ever with his too wide, carnivore smile.
Hello friends. Here's the thing; we've had a few complaints from the higher ups that some of you are not quite lively enough. Pulling down our ratings, you see. So. He turns around and and takes a pump action shotgun from one of his tv crew lackeys behind him.
We're gonna take a quick attendance call here and anyone who doesn't answer fast enough is going to get shot. Would the Red team please sound off?