Utterly Mad

Use the power of cheese to beat the shit out of this fucker.

Time to put my impeccable talking skills, bestowed upon me by the GCM himself, to the test!

Waylon puts his hands in the air in a slightly slow manner, to show that he means no harm.

"First time aiming a gun at a person? The gun shakes to much in your grasp for it not to be. Hell, if you fire, you'll likely miss from how fucking jittery you are. Assuming the safety is off, which I'm guessing it isn't. Or maybe it's because of how nervous you are. Probably don't even have the guts to shoot me. Go ahead, what are you waiting for? You could just shoot me right now, and any potential trouble I may bring will forever be gone, and you could continue to do whatever the fuck you're doing, - research of some sort, I'm guessing, - in peace. So go ahead. Shoot. I dare you."

Assuming he doesn't kill me right on the spot, Waylon will continue after a few-second pause to show his inner insanity.

"I come here on a quest bestowed upon me by the one true god and creator, the Giant Cheese Monster himself, to bring peace, tranquility, and cheese wherever I can. Now, if you could just put the gun down..."