Humor him
From Create Your Own Story
YOU: Alright, Wilson. Just once.
Grinning from ear to ear, he gets into position.
MECH: CONSIDERING THIS FURTHER, WE PROBABLY SHOULDN'T HAVE CLUSTERED AROUND THE EXPLOSIVES.
MECH: NUH DUH.
Growling happily, he pops up from cover and waves a TECHNO-GLOVED HAND at the EXPLOSIVE BARRELS the MECHS have clustered around. It explodes joyously, sending bits of flaming robot everywhere. Everyone emerges from cover.
JACOB: Ok, you took them down, but this is getting tense. If I tell you who we work for, Shepard, will you trust us?
WILSON: This really isn't the time, Jacob.
JACOB: He's not gonna be able to fight with us if he's expecting a shot in the back.
WILSON (Seeing his point): Ah, gain his trust, riiiight. So he'll turn his back...
JACOB (Ignoring him, turning to you): The Lazarus Project. The project that rebuilt you... it was funded by Cerberus.
You say:
