Sergeant, you were supposed to be protecting mister Nubs. Not blowing holes in him.
Massey, I didn't do it. I swear.
I was standing next to him, and something hit me. Next thing I know I'm pulling myself together and he's in a heap in the middle of the room.
Sergeant, there's no trace of anybody else having been in that room besides you and Acey Nubs.
Then maybe he shot himself.
Sure. He cut off his own hand, roasted the stub up to his elbow, and then plasgunned a smoking hole clear through his chest.