[ This is now the third time Reno has heard this sound, although technically only the second occasion, and since he's got his back turned and isn't paying attention, it scares the everloving fuck out of him. All he's doing is jabbering on at his back about taking the info on a drive back to HQ and going through it later, maybe with Sidewinder (yeah they're all snakes now, do you think it's ironic that he named his sword after the serpent slayer and then got put in charge of serpents? yeah he thinks that's pretty funny too), when Tseng loses his shit and makes him jump about a foot in the air. ]

Wha, wha—?!

[ Fuck, are they under attack? Nope, just Tseng fucking dying, and after a couple of seconds to swallow his heart back down and look at what is so god damn funny, he smacks Tseng on the shoulder and wheezes: ]

Fuckin'stop.

[ Is that for this shit on the screen or for Tseng, really? This is too god damn much. Who designed this shit? Who is in charge?!? ]

We could have walked right in dressed in our plainclothes and told them we're maintenance and they wouldn't have given a single fuck! You better get that on the jump drive. I need to schedule a seminar for security do's and don'ts.

[ Reno, scheduling seminars, is too fucking much. Now he's laughing, and fuck watching the damn door. Nobody's coming. ]

Stopstopstop. You're gonna fry the cheap circuits.