John screams, "Put the gun down! NOW!" The Terminator sets the .45 on the sidewalk. John scoops it up fast then turns to the shocked civilians, who can't believe what just happened and says, "Walk away."
They do. Fast.
John grabs Terminator by the arm and tugs him toward the bike. John still holds the gun, reluctant to give it back.
"Jesus… you were gonna kill that guy!"
"Of course, I'm a terminator."
John stares at him. Having your own terminator just became a little less fun to him.
John, "Listen to me, very carefully, okay? You're not a terminator anymore, alright? You got that? You can't just go around killing people!"
"Why?"
'Whattaya mean, why? 'Cause you can't!"
"Why?"
"You just can't, okay? Trust me on this."
