As John is choked, slammed against the ceiling, and thrown around the room, one thought flits through his mind, [i]"Why the hell am I helping these brats?"[/i] After being knocked against several walls, John's grip loosens enough that the laser blast sends him tumbling to the ground. He stands shakily after tapping the ground twice, acknowledging that he had been defeated. He walks over to Mimic, and reaches for a handshake, the white film receding from his hand.

(Just say something and shake his hand, I have one more post to make before John sits down)