The gun went off, hitting on of the droids in the head. It spins, but then continues walking in their direction.

"Oh, shit," York mutters, standing up and preparing to use the signboard as a battering ram. The droids just keep coming closer, despite the pinging sound of Yosutu's bullets hitting them.

"All right," he says, setting his feet in a take-off stance. "All right."

He's obviously trying to avoid chickening out.

As the droids reach the side of the dumpster, York rushes forward with the signboard pointing out.

"Oh, shiii—"