Literally at the lab

Scott moved away. "What seems to be the matter?"

"You're the one who put that ag on me!"

"What makes you say that?" he asked

"You're office, you're in charge, you dish out th e pain."

OOC: First use of you're is incorrect, should be 'your'

IC: "But I'm not in charge." Scott told him. "I've tried to stop the experimenting many times, it's just that no one listens to me."

OOC: Sorry, I'm tired.

IC: "I can smell you're lying."

OOC: It's okay

IC: "I'm serious." Scott told him, "I have no real power here, I'm basically just filling in for Gustav..."

Exxon didn't believe him. He became a German shepherd and lept.

Scott jumped back, just barely avoiding him. "What are you doing?!?"

He growled and latched onto his arm.

Scott tried to shake him off

Exxon dug his teeth in deeper.

Scott slammed him into the desk

Exxon didn't let go. He felt bone.

Scott slammed him into the desk again. He was in great pain, but he held it in

Exxon bit harder. He was a trained attack dog.

Scott grabbed the nearest metal object off of the desk and repeatedly bashed Exxon's head with it.

Exxon felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, but held on.

Scott flailed his arm around, trying to get him off.

Exxon held his own.

Scott was getting rather annoyed. "Just get off of me!"

Exxon growled and crunched through bone.

Scott screamed in pain. With his free hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out his gun. He put it to Exxon's head, and it was likely very clear that he would kill him if he didn't let go.

Exxon lost his grip in surprise. His teeth still tore some skin.

Scott's arm hung limb at his side. It was bleeding from the wound. He kept his gun trained on Exxon. "Just listen to me!" he wasn't very happy. "Why would I have taken that tag off of you if I had been the one who put it on you in the first place? And besides, that probably happened while Gustav was still around. I wasn't in charge back then, he was..."