[ The issue is that some would-be colleagues seem like they wouldn't even hurt a fly. Whether he's had the pleasure of meeting them before or not these are the ones he specifically goes about addressing during the drills. ]

You know I've been thinking?

[ A pause. A flimsy fold-able chair is brought over to be among company; he promptly settles on crossing his ankle over his knee upon it. It's posture that's too at ease for the topic being brought to the table. ]

...That you have the look of someone who might hesitate in hurting someone else! Did I guess right? Well it would be irresponsible to put these veeery dangerous weapons in the hands of someone like that. So? Let's start small.

[ Gogol offers a black hand-held box out. It's a taser. A very regular taser. Taser him! It absolutely has no batteries in it (unless..?). Either way he's not telling anyone if there is or isn't but he will act like it. ]

Can you stomach it?