"I would have tried but the act of being strangled sometimes doesn't let you think right," Jackson says partially to himself, turning to face torwards the barking sound before sighing and taking a soda for himself. With a couple of sips he gets an idea for a way to take out the robot, though then again such an idea is rather idiotic as well. "Damn robot has my keys," he says to himself and takes another sip, the idea brewing like a fresh batch of... well his mind is too busy to think of a good simile at the moment.