Rolling his eyes, Azrael said<strong><strong>"Well, your pea sized brain assumes I care two shits about what our esteemed captain thinks of me. He knows exactly what he was getting when I was allowed on this ship. I allowed a stunner to hit me, because I thought you'd have the stones to use actual rounds...and this exercise was simply to gauge how effective you all are in a combat situation. I have to say I'm sorely disappointed. There are so many ways that exhibition could have played out, all of them would have ended with you dead." </strong></strong><br/><br/>Moving back away from the door, Azrael shifted his tongue around and reached under it. Pulling out a small razor. This would have to occupy his time currently, the jailer? Was too stupid to continue insulting. He however had an idea for a game. Holding it firm, he made a small little shallow cut over his arm. It'd draw a bit of blood, but it actually didn't really hurt. He wasn't in any danger, flinging blood at the door he put a little emotion into his voice and screamed out<strong>"Oh my god! Ahhh! What the....ah help me!...oh god....my artery? It's bleeding out."</strong>He dropped to the floor, and started to thrash around. Anything was better than hearing the oaf outside attempt to sing.