"AARGGHHH! YOU SON OF A [sonic slicer]!" WombatMan started glowing red with anger... His mouth started to lengthen, his teeth sharpened, and he in general mutated violently.
"Crap, this is not good," Taylor said, and jacked him out.
"What was that for?" WombatMan asked.
"You're missing your hands, and when you trigger that mode, nothing can stop you short of deletion. Not even me! And I'm not going to lose you!" she exclaimed.
"Ah... right... well, I don't want to be deleted either..." he commented.
"That's.. very existential of you... I didn't think your programming was that advanced..."
"Existential? Hell no! I just wouldn't be able to delete stuff if I was deleted myself!"