"Now I understand you are upset about losing all the guns but please hand them over to Steve here so we can get to the new game." Hugo Martin informs Doomguy, needless to say, this doesn't go over well.
Doomguy trudges over to a large stainless steel counter and stares at a specky teenager with dirty brown hair, a name badge pinned to his company shirt 'Steve'. Staring the teen dead in the eye, he places his first weapon.
A pistol, then the chainsaw, the shotgun after the Burst rifle steve is sweating bullets.
By the time Doomguy places the BFG on the top of the pile, Steve looks like a strong whined would knock him down.
"Is that everything?" Hugo asks, a brow raised.
With a quick shake of his head, Doomguy pulls out a rubber duck.
"Really what harm could that do?" Hugo asks, looking sceptical.
Lifting the rubber duck Doomguy squeaks it, and Steve drops in a dead faint.
"Oh give me strength…" Hugo grumbles as another intern drags Steve away. "Put it back…" Hugo growls as Doomguy tries to sneak away with the BFG. Sullenly Doomguy slams the BFG on the table causing all the other guns on the pile to cascade to the floor before going to sulk in the corner waiting to be allowed to Rip and Tear again.