*Snake, being one of the losers in this contest, emerges from his elevator. He's very calm. Almost too calm and a trifle too pale, as there's sweat beading his forehead. Both of his arms are hanging at their sides, limply. He starts walking, to see if he can find -anyone- to help him.*

I really do hate to be a bother, but could someone be so kind as to pop my right arm back into its socket? It seems to be dislocated.