'It's not that I can't fight,' Basil Xavier thought, 'but I have to protect Gordon Ford, so my hands are tied.'
Besides, after a fight like this, he would probably collapse from exhaustion.
He'd have to kill every last one of them. Otherwise, once his stamina ran out and he collapsed, he'd be completely at their mercy.
"Gordon, oh, Gordon..." Basil Xavier said with a bitter laugh. "To think the two of us would end up in such a pathetic state!"
Across from him, Tripp Pence was growing impatient. "Hurry up!"
Basil Xavier glared at him. The sheer authority in his eyes intimidated Tripp Pence, who subconsciously took two steps back.
He then realized he'd been cowed by a single glance, and he burned with shame and anger at the loss of face.
He roared, "You're handing over all of your food to us today! If you don't, you won't be walking out of this building in one piece!"
