Now, while a certain role-player may wish he had created Bruno with lesson-learning intelligence, he didn't, and now he has stick with his guns.

So, Bruno stood up, got a solid grip on his axe, and surprise surprise, unsteadily ran towards the Stormtroopers who shot him. It was a no-win situation for everyone involved, but this is a shit sandwich that everyone has to take a bite out of.

Bruno's rusted axe covered in trooper jelly was primed and ready for yet another storm troopers helmeted forehead. He never tired of the crunching sound of axe colliding Styrofoam armor.  

What was Bruno thinking? Nobody knows. Saving a princess? The group may have to stop Bruno from axe-ing said princess. Who knows? Nobody; That's who. And guess what? Nobody isn't talking. They don't call him Nobody "Tight-lips" Johnson for nothing.