"Because of that weapon!" Zehst growled, shaking his fist at the ninja. His happy-go-lucky attitude had changed in seemingly the blink of an eye, once he had seen the explosions. Unbeknownst to anyone else, his mind immediately went back to that day on the beach. The day so many people had lost their homes, and their lives, because of something his parents had created. And now here was someone using something just as dangerous with reckless abandon. "If that was designed by Messerschmitt Industries, you'd better tell me right now! Or else I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." 

Zehst paused mid threat to turn his head, ever so slowly, to take in the [i]giant praying mantis[/i] now looming over the two of them.

"Whoa..." he said, just before his eyes lit up. The happy-go-lucky seemed to be back. Then he pointed at the ninja with a serious expression. "YOU! If you have a net we can use to catch this cool huge bug thing, I'll forgive you for misusing that weapon just this once!"

Then someone else entered the fray, with the intent to calm rather than amplify the chaos. He encouraged everyone to stop fighting, so as to keep the Marines from coming.

"The Marines!?" Zehst yelled, before looking back at the ninja. "You better not be working for the marines, cool-outfit-guy! They shouldn't have those weapons either!" Then he suddenly pointed at the man in the fur coat with an equally serious expression. "And YOU'd better not be just trying to get us to leave so you can steal the huge bug thing for yourself!"