When Casey fights, he has gear. He has his hockey sticks and his homemade taser. He has room to maneuver and skates to do it with. He has opponents that react when you smash a bat over their heads and who deserve exactly that.

He has friends backing him up, and he has no reason to fear.

Remove all of that and you don't have a huge amount left. His normal approach of running in head-first hollering a battle cry is exactly what will get his head bit off. Casey takes the bowl of ice cream, but he doesn't eat it right away. He stirs it rapidly until it softens.

"Yeah...but what can we do?" He says through a mouthful of ice cream. What do they have? The kitchen is fully stocked, but they can't do anything useful with the swinging weapons. "We'd need to...I dunno, get it on it's back or somethin'."