He makes a disgusted noise. His stomach lurches unpleasantly and he skids as he tries to get out of the bloody mess. But he grabs an aisle end and begins kicking the organs every which way. He tries not to think about how soft and wet they feel as he boots them away. Vomit rises in his throat but he swallows it back down.

"Eurgh..."

But that'll keep the model out of things for a while, he hopes. The skeleton remains, and he'll need to think of the best way to handle that. The wires holding it together won't be hard for an axe to snap...

He presses himself flat against the aisle and waits for it to rattle closer.