Stop it! I swear to God I will-- [how are you going to threaten a man in this condition, Allen] --I will feed you fast food for a week, you -- stupid bastard.
[he's been collected up until now, but this is freaking him out. the pendant, the pendant, that son of a bitch, he has to get Cross down from there now. adrenaline is thrumming through him with almost physical force, so he has no problems wrapping his arms around the base of the crucifix and wrenching it loose]