Aww yeah. Time for some good old fashioned violence. You hoist up the Dynamo in both hands. Time to raise some shell.

You kick open the door of the closet and you and Jenna burst out, stalking the halls with purpose as you keep a sharp eye out for Ben. While you're investigating the kitchen, you hear a series of splats coming back over from the armory. Oh no, Den and Vex! You both turn to the kitchen door, ready to run out, when Ben steps in, holding an ink-stained Dynamo. Ha! You were right!

Ben takes one step forward. “Drop the Dynamo,” he says, “and no one has to get hurt.”

Drop the Dynamo.
Don't drop the Dynamo.