Daniel waddled over towards Parker as he made his offer. He dared not stand up, keeping in a low crouch. His pistol grip relaxed slightly, held now only on his left hand. His right was being used to help him along, moving like some strange three legged beast through the darkness at Parker. He stopped, holding his three pointed stance four feet from the man. His pistol's muzzle was tapping against the ground, tapping out a steady drumbeat, slow, a tap every half second. His head cocked to the right, staring down at Parker, his eyes going a little wide. He shifted backwards, leaning until he fell back on his ass, pushing away from him with his feet and arms, scrambling back towards the wall he came from, he kept pushing even after his back hit it, pushing against the ground, scraping against the floor. His trembling mouth started to get loud, speaking in ever increasing volumes.<br/><br/>"You'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redead!" rambling it off faster than his tongue could even keep up, mangling it into one loud wail. Each second that passed by he was louder and louder, practically shouting now, his pistol shaking horribly as his hand refused to stay still. He tried to raise it, but could only get it halfway up. His voice cracked, unused to speaking so loudly, getting hoarse with his screaming.