[Venkman looks at the baseball bat. He's been offered the far end of it by Pyro, and his hand is currently clenched around what looks like a mass of blood, hair, and what he can only assume is brain matter and skull fragments. Not that Venkman really takes his time to examine it, of course, because the instant he realizes his hand is covered in fucking blood, he fucking takes the bat and flings it across the parking lot in a reflexive gesture to get it as far away from him as physically possible.
It goes soaring right into a nearby car and clips the side view mirror, partially tearing it off and shattering the mirror itself.
There's a long moment of silence while Venkman alternates between staring at his hand and the offending bat in mortified horror, shaking slightly. He wipes his hand off on the pavement, which does very little except smear blood on the ground, but he sure as hell doesn't want this on his uniform.
After a few seconds, he clears his throat and glances at Pyro, trying to sound civil.]
3/3 [gore text]
It goes soaring right into a nearby car and clips the side view mirror, partially tearing it off and shattering the mirror itself.
There's a long moment of silence while Venkman alternates between staring at his hand and the offending bat in mortified horror, shaking slightly. He wipes his hand off on the pavement, which does very little except smear blood on the ground, but he sure as hell doesn't want this on his uniform.
After a few seconds, he clears his throat and glances at Pyro, trying to sound civil.]
Ok, bud. Never do that again.