I can't take it anymore, Bob. I don't trust those turrets in Sector A. I swear I saw one track me the other day when I left work a little late. If that thing opens up on me, I'm screwed, since the bastard Feds suspended workman's comp as part of the "war effort." Hell.
Snake helped me smuggle in some pulse grenades that I locked away in the box under my desk. I tried one out on our Handy at the house and the missus nearly killed me! Knocks 'em out like a light. If you ever need one just grab the key from behind my terminal and use it to unlock the box. You can't say I never did anything for you! See you around buddy.
Oh, and stop throwing those staples over at me, they get on the floor and you know how I like to take my shoes off during the day.