Clyde made it up the ladder ahead of the other two, but hadn't a clue how to distract the behemoth.<br/>"HAY FISHY FISHY!!!" He shouts at the top of his lungs as he waves his arms wildly above his head in attempt of getting the thing's attention without shooting it; a waste of bullets in his mind judging by it's size alone. He takes a quick look over his shoulder; checking to see if his motorcycle is within running distance. It is.<br/>"Over here ya ugly bastard!" He taunts, now jumping as he does...