HeadOfPersonnel : Maybe you can attempt to negotiate with him?

When it comes to moments that require judicious application of the corporate-grade megaphone, regulations say this is the right situation.

HeadOfPersonnel: Intruder, you are in violation of Company regulations, codes 408-407-508 and 411-509.
HeadOfPersonnel: Return your weapon and submit to confinement.
RedDwarf: You're in violation of basic goddamn decency. I'll return you a laser-shot's worth of joules, you bitch. You want it between the eyes or to the heart?
RedDwarf: No, you don't got one. Gotta put it in the brain.
HeadOfPersonnel: Safety is guaranteed if you comply with regulations. It can't be guaranteed if you do not.
RedDwarf: I saw you execute that son of a bitch. I hated the bastard, but you think I'm gonna trust you?

Something twinges in your chest.

HeadOfPersonnel:
HeadOfPersonnel:
HeadOfPersonnel: Disasters need to be handled according to rules. If you follow the rules, I can guarantee your safety.
RedDwarf: Yeah? You think that's how this works? Just listen to the egregore like a good little drone and everything turns out okay?
RedDwarf: Enough people keep following those rules and everyone's dead eventually. They don't have an ounce of goddamn mercy.
HeadOfPersonnel: The crew have demonstrated mercy on a very regular basis. Captain, especially.
RedDwarf: I'm not talking about the crew, you fuckin' Company pencil-pusher.
RedDwarf: I'm talking about the egregore.

RedDwarf: See if you can shove some lockers or debris into the hall for a barricade