Utter relief floods Chip's face, glee flitting across his expression as he tosses his head back with a delighted laugh.

"Yog-Sothoth? Next you'll be telling me you know Shub-Niggurath and Nyarlehotep, cursed be thy names," he chuckles, tilting his head back down and arching a brow.

"You went through all the years of getting a doctorate just to kill someone? You couldn't have just..." he trails off, gesturing with both hands following someone presumably with a sniper rifle, then firing it off twice.