Clyde was dozing off when the crash of the door woke him fully. He has enough time to draw the magnum out of it's holster before he's staring down the barrels of two impressive looking rifles.<br/>"Doesn't anybody knock anymore?" He says with a sarcastic tone as he slowly sets the revolver on the bar and puts his hands in the air; knowing he's outgunned, but by who he cannot tell.<br/>"I ain't joinin' the Maneaters, and I ain't gonna let you filthy bastards take me!" Clyde calls out with a smirk, hoping they can't see the double-barrel sawed off on his back...