When Cuban Pete was struck by the bullets, he did not appear to react, beyond letting go. Instead, he keeled over and laid still on the floor, punctuated by an almost comical 'squeak' from his gigantic clown shoes. His face didn't contort in pain, anger, or even joy; instead, it maintained the same neutral expression as he left his mouth open, silently screaming.

When he landed, the whole pod shook slightly. A small baton-shaped object fell from a rack on the wall, and crackled with electricity. A sharp crackle resounded from the baton, fading into a low hum.