Sadly, Typical
"Well, if we want to look on the bright side--" Alex fired another barrage of covering fire. "--there are people that would pay enough to buy Knowhere to get to open fire on a situation like this."

Technarch-derived techno-organic clowns. CLOWNS. This is what his life is, Alex thought to himself, even as he pitied the poor circus that had apparently run afoul of some mad genius' work.

"If you get infected and start wearing giant shoes and telling bad jokes, I will mercy-kill any of you myself. Least I can do."

He could already imagine the old man laughing when he had to file this report. Assuming he lived through it.