"Go find out who it is," Gary replied breathlessly, slapping the buttons of the arcade game a few more times. "I've got Pizza Pasta on the ropes, here."
Roy sighed and laid the battered paperback copy of "Lonesome Dove" on the rickety card table. "It seems like a really bad idea to have a boxing video game in a home for the criminally insane."
Roy jogged off to the closet, slipped on his cowl and mask, and picked up a tranq gun.
He entered the main hall to see the doors flung open wide and a lean figure standing silhouetted in the bright light of day.
"Halt! Who goes there?" he shouted as menacingly as he could, aiming the rifle right at the intruder's chest.