Python looks around at the soldiers that had started forming a huddle around him. Some raised weapons, others cried, most did both. He raises his hands, a sign of surrender. That he means peace. "I know, you guys see me as a villain. A bad guy, pure evil. But, your epic AI here, fixed me. I'm back." "YOU WIPED OUT HALF THE CREW!" A beer bottle hits him in the head, followed by various objects. He nods, knowing he deserved this.