"Look, if you're not gonna fuck this place up? Then I'm gonna. It ain't real!" He unknowingly repeats the voices in their head. He turns his arrow loose and smashes artificial screens. He goes over to the chair and starts tearing cords out of the wall.

It's the best he can do.

"This shit isn't real. What if my owners turn up in here somewhere? What am I supposed to do?!"

He's bitching as he pushes over some piece of equipment or another. "What if they try to cut another line into my face for misbehavin?! You expect me to stand there an' let 'em? Well I ain't gonna stand here an' let you bask in this shit!"