His first T.S. had died during the encounter. He yells and in a nanosecond, three gleaming Stunpins are sticking out of the beast's torso. I knew it. They negotiate time anomalies much easier than this guy. The monster looks down at its chest and grunts, its Costumer undamaged.
Robot walks over and opens the door to reveal a teenage boy in a terrycloth shirt and bluejeans.
He's dripping with sweat and his glasses are fogged up. You look like one, but I have my doubts. The boy looks up at them silently. His eyes well up with tears and transition shock. He breaks into a series of gesticulations that to any observer would seem like evasive actions.