By now Stan was bubbling with anger at the back of Dorians mind and he could feel it... But he kept calm as he breathed heavily and began to sweat. "I'd you knock me out, you threaten damaging my b-brain and d-damaging my powers....Vlad will not be happy if you do that....." He said forcing a little smile. "I'd rather not get shot...."
Dorians snarling, malicious grin suddenly twisted into a terrified expression, "Damn Stan... I'm sorry guards can I just get past..." With that he tried to budge past to get to his room.
Darwinn watched Matt punch the guy with a look of fascination. He could really punch! He emptied his skittles from the green packet onto his tray and he began scooping them up with a great big spoon that came from god knows where. He hadn't noticed yet but his tuxedo had turned fluorescent orange. He decided to dump some ice cream and jelly over his skittles. "Cats don't like chocolate" he remarked as he chewed