Sam decided to try to defuse the situation. Wrinkling his nose at the ork, he said, "You know, we shouldn't be competing with each other to see who stinks worst in this group. But even if we were, don't you think that's cheating? As for you, Patty," he turned to the nut, "you need to take a break. Judging from your lack of color, I'd say you're probably in more need of a hospital than the starlet over there. We'll make sure your friend is happy once we get the chance--but you're no good to anyone in your present state. Not even yourself. Your friend was eager enough to get rid of Clem when he had her; I don't think he'd be happy if you dropped her corpse on his doormat, even if you found a nice, pretty pink bow to put on. Heck, from what we just saw--I bet he'd bill you for the clean-up as well. So there's really no point in your bluster right now."
Turning back to Sammy, he continued, "Hey, Sammy--you still got enough mojo in you for one of those magic showers? I think Clem might appreciate it. Especially if you can do something about Patty's friend's...artwork." I hope she hasn't seen her reflection, he thought to himself. She might go more balistic than Mr. Triggerhappy.