OOC: Alright, then it's ok.
IC: Mousey saw DM-14 and the trader. He jumped the trader using his jumpjets, causing him to fall on the ground. Mousey layed a mine on his back, and the people stepped back. 'Now we're gonna settle this once and for all.' He beeped. Something was malfunctioning bad now. He actually needed to have some chips replaced, but he wouldn't let anyone near him, because the malfunction made him more and more agressive. 'Nobody calls ME pathetic and disgusting! Pull your gun! If you run away again, I'll remotely blow up your master!' Then he unfolded his blasters again, ready to fire.