Brand somehow ended up on clean-up duty for all the little corpses left littering the Rig. Fortunately, he'd managed to get his hands on a pair of pliers, so he can make the most of it by pulling their nasty little teeth out of their mouths.

This is what fucking happens when you take his weapons away, he gets creative. The teeth aren't big enough to be replacement knives, but they're sharp and he could scatter them somewhere someone might step on them. Plus they're fucking weird enough that Jorgmund employees might assume it's just another Stuff manifestation.

So far, he's amassed a nice little pile here in the garbage room. It's messy, and he'll have to find a way to hose the blood off of the teeth before he stashes them somewhere, but at least everything about today doesn't suck.