Agent A enters kitchen and hears growl. AA spins to look at kitchen island bar just as a wolf jumps onto the counter. AA crouches, and raises his hands.
AA: (Sounds scared) N-nice doggie.
The wolf leaps and begins mauling AA.
Agent B walks into foreground while the attack is ongoing. Agent B clasps his hands behind his back, looking appropriately grim.
AB: This, (gestures back) is a classic rookie mistake.
AA: Ow! Fucking shoot it! Gah!
AB: First of all, the agent entered the room unarmed.
AB: (wags finger) Never enter a room without drawing your sidearm first.
AA: So where’s–gah! Your–yah! Gun, assho–oooh, Christ that stung!
AB: But, he also attempted to reason with an enraged lycanthrope.
AA: You’re monologuing my death scene? You dir-huuuurrrr!
AB: Had the agent at least drawn his weapon–
AA: I’d bust a cap in your monologuing–!