"This is not some agent provocateur or highly trained assassin we are discussing. Nobody sent me. I don't have any 'secret knowledge'. I just don't want to die. Oh, you'd be surprised at the things you can learn while you're doing alterations.  I’d bet there was a cut subplot about an old computer programmer who was really jealous of Gorman’s innate talent. “How does he do it? HOW?” screams Computer Salieri.  Welcome back to the land of the living, we need a plan of attack. I have a plan: attack. Humans. They are not the cowering wretches we were promised. They stand. They are unruly, and therefore cannot be ruled. To challenge them... is to court death."<br/><br/>Suddenly Rock Hammer's body snapped to attention when he felt someone touch him. He looked down and saw Darina next to him. "You're alright, we're safe." Rock hammer thought about that. Where they really safe? Safe from the monsters? From him? He wanted to say he didn't know what got into him, but than he'd be lying. He knew exactly what he did. And he wasn't going to stop beating himself up over the fact that he lost control over himself just so the voices would stop bothering him. But that was a pipe dream: He may as well wish to be human and live in a comfty home somewhere where it isn't always cold, where the sun is gold and the only animals he ever has to deal with would be kitty cats. All he could was dream to escape the brutal reality that it'll never come true.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"No we're not. We're out here. Because I am dangerous."</span>Curling into a somewhat smaller ball (Realtively speaking) Rock Hammer continued to stare out of the entrance. That's when Darina seemed to pick up some sort of noise. Rock Hammer tried to listen, but he couldn't pick up anything out of the orderinary even if he was ignoring the voices. Still, Rock Hammer was feeling guilty of making everyone leave the safety of the underbelly. The least he could do is protect them. So the giant stood, drawing The Rock Hammer from his back. The cinderblock blugeon was light in his hand, but for everyone else it was an unweighty twenty pound club, suitable for a barbaric person like Rock Hammer.<span style="font-weight: bold">"I will go."</span>