"I got 'em, don't leave me behind." Irving says heading to the cripple. "Why hello... You're coming with me." he says dragging him to the RV. He heads into the bedroom and props the cripple on the bed. He un-loads all but one of the rounds in the Mataba, "Hope you enjoy a certain game called... Russian Roulette." He spins the cylinder of the revolver, he points the barrel of the revolver to the Cripple. "Who are your group? Do you have stashes? If you refuse to tell me the one in six chance will lower until your brains are all over the walls."