If there are only seven of us in here, and Fuzzy shot five people and didn't shoot himself, then that must mean that I'm still alive. (I love faulty logic)
xreemer comes back around and starts hacks off his left arm.
"Is that the best you can do?!"
xreemer hacks off his legs.
"what are you going to do, bleed on me?!"
xreemer hacks off his head.
". . . ."