Jerry was completely unsure as to what was going on, but then again, he rarely ever did. His standard morning involved waking up, getting his teeth brushed by his personal "Mister Handy" meant to assist him with basic functions. He was not exactly very good at maintaining himself, so the robot was used to help him along his way. After that, he would put on his jumpsuit, get his trusty baton, and go on patrol. Usually this involved stopping in the cafe and eating a lot of bread, then walking down the same hallway for five hours. It was perfect for someone of his intellect.

Today, however, things were going much worse than usual. His Mister Handy had been broken when it arrived to brush his teeth, with two of it's arms, including the tooth brush arm, missing. That threw off his whole schedule, forcing him to attempt to brush his own teeth, taking a solid half hour. Then, when he finally got around to picking up his baton, he heard the radio on his wrist-friend begin to blare out a cry for help. Something was going wrong in the Ref Living Quarters. Jerry had never been allowed down there before, to prevent any sort of incident arising due to his... Special brain difficulties. However, it seemed that an incident was already in progress. And so, mustering all of his courage, Jerry ran to the security checkpoint in an attempt to "arm up", though he had never been given armour before, he thought maybe this was a special circumstance. However...

Before he could make it to the Security Office, Jerry heard a series of loud shots from below. It reminded him of the noise that the steam pipes made when they broke, but louder and angrier. Maybe somebody was hurt! Rushing to the elevator, Jerry went down as fast as possible, making it to the Ref Quarters just in time to see the end of the battle... A poor loyalist executed like an animal. Jerry nearly wet himself.