Proto shrugs as he drops another missile into his gun and locks it in place.

"You tell me. You're the one who keeps necessitating my use of them."

Smirking, he stands and lifts his gun so the barrel rests against his shoulder.

"Besides, I think it's the right of every guy to use spectacular force when he's saving his girlfriend's buns. It's impressively macho, and earns him more smooches of gratitude."