Seymour stared at Orin in terror, desperately trying to get his shaking fingers to pull the trigger of the only gun he had ever held before the bestial dentist succeeded in removing his gas mask. And then, of course, because he could never do anything right even when Audrey's and probably his as well at this point's lives literally depended on it, he failed. And Orin held his precious mask at his side for a moment, carefully inspecting the knob that had given him so much trouble, that should've been Seymour's opportunity to send that heinous bastard straight to Hell where he could never harm Audrey again, before placing it on the ground with surprising care and gentleness. As Orin slowly turned back towards Seymour with a mocking smile, he became aware that his heart was beating out of his chest. "...Now... where were we..." His first step towards him, clearly having an intentional dramatic and drawn-out flair added to it, prompted a clumsy and far too obviously intimidated string of words from Seymour that, based on his reaction of even further gleeful amusement, appeared to come as an equal surprise to both of them.

"I-I won't shoot if y-you leave Audrey the HELL alone-she-she doesn't deserve ANY of what y-you've been doin' to her-and w-we can just forget any of-this ever happened!" Orin let out a slow, protracted laugh before leaning against the nearby wall and following it up with a series of several similar guffaws, nearly doubling over from the apparently hilarious, at least to his sick twisted mind, nature of the situation, and the question of how exactly he was still in such a state now that he had taken off his gas mask presented itself to Seymour despite his anxiety, which immediately smothered it again as Orin continued to address him, now through his continued laughter. "Damn, kid, you're even more whipped about her than I thought! Ya do know she's one a those whore prostitutes, right?" ...She's... she's what?! Is that what her night job is?! Is she okay?!

Orin seemed to pick up on and take immense gratification in Seymour's shock at this revelation, and he confidently made his way into a standing position with some slight laughter-induced difficulties, puffing his chest out, and stalked to his dental chair as he continued to speak. "Oh, but of course you already knew that, since you two're so close 'n all. As a matter a fact, maybe I should start gettin' worried about all those long nights you've been spendin' with 'er..." With absolutely no warning, he lunged towards Seymour and pinned him against the wall, just as quickly falling backwards into his chair, his deranged and gleefully amused expression remaining unaltered, after Seymour shot him in the head. He stared at his now lifeless body in abject horror for the longest moment of his life before shakily sliding down the wall and getting his wits about him enough to disgustedly shove the gun away from him and bury his face in his hands. ...Oh God-he's-he's dead... he's dead and I killed him... but Audrey is safe now, thank God... at least-at least she's safe from HIM anyway...