[ Terror surges through his body. While it's certainly a nice change of pace from his visceral self-loathing, that doesn't stop Dirk from struggling and gaping like a beached fish.
For a few seconds, anyway. Before long he's feeling dizzy. His arm falls to the ground, vision tunnelling and blurring.
It's okay, though, he thinks to himself hazily. What better possible outcome could he hope for? ]