*gnaws at the cord (goddammit so fuckin' tight) and scarcely notices you moving until your jeans appear in his field of vision, one knee and a shotgun stock planted on the floor beside him*
*glares up at you, glancing between your face (bloody and swelling) and your hand wrapped around the gun barrel* *sneers* Whaddaya want now, Jack-a-lene, huh? Y'ain't got the balls t—
*loses his train of thought right around the time his face smashes into the floor*