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[He's trying to open the journal to get a little insight on what to do with the robots smashing into his house, but he doesn't get very far - the screen falls to the floor and he falls right next to it, captured on the feed resting on his forearms, hissing a sharp exhale and touching the gash on his forehead where they literally threw him into the floor.]
Fffuckin' hell... Not very, delicate are you -
[He looks up over his shoulder - a robotic hand grabs him by the scruff of the collar and he's jerked out of the frame. A few echoes of gunfire. A loud thud. And then the tilted view of robot feet as they pass the journal, still dragging Doyle by the shirt (except this time he's very unconscious). Doyle's legs slide off screen and the video continues to roll regardless of the fact that the struggle's been over.
... Stupid ass droids. They smashed his handgun.]
Fffuckin' hell... Not very, delicate are you -
[He looks up over his shoulder - a robotic hand grabs him by the scruff of the collar and he's jerked out of the frame. A few echoes of gunfire. A loud thud. And then the tilted view of robot feet as they pass the journal, still dragging Doyle by the shirt (except this time he's very unconscious). Doyle's legs slide off screen and the video continues to roll regardless of the fact that the struggle's been over.
... Stupid ass droids. They smashed his handgun.]
