Grav was having a hard time, several mutants had jumped on him and he couldn't get them off. Their weapons couldn't do much but they were annoying. As he stomped one underfoot he began to hear the interagrator's voice. 

[i]"Grav, you okay? How many are there? Respond Grav?"[/i] The interagrator ordered. 

"Der is one...two...free...OUCH! quit biten ya runts!" Grav yelled over the vox accompanied by the sound of crunching bone and squeals of pain. 

Grav started firing Daisy into another group closing in on him as he yelled "Sorry Interagrator, ders just to many to count!" 

It was at this point that Grav lost his temper and started to swing around, causing the mutants crawling over him to fly in odd directions. With a deafening bellow, Grav charged into the remaining survivors of his burst of fire, crunching and turning the squiggly things into paste under his boots as he went.