You grab for the weapon with lightning fast relexes.
"Ah hah!" you declare, waving it around wildly. "Now, one of you HAS to help me!"
"Why?" asks frog-eyes.
"Because I'll shoot one of you otherwise!" you announce with a slight chuckle.
"With a multi-torque spanner?" asks a distant wolven creature with the air of one quite unconcerned.
Oh.
"Well," says the cow-like one, "now we know your nature, I think you'd better leave."
"No," says the frog-eyed alien. "He's just threatened us. He's clearly from management! We can't let him get away now."
"I don't want to become a murderer," responds the bovine. "My horrorscope said I really shouldn't do that this week."
"Fine, fine," replies froggie. "We'll just freeze him in I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-Carbonite until the end of the dispute."
"Is that a real substance?" you ask, agast.
"Is that really your biggest concern right now?" retorts frog-eyes.
FsssssHHHHHHT, goes the sound of I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-Carbonite being sprayed all over you, from behind, while you were distracted by the conversation.
You're not dead, but the strike isn't ending any time soon. And you're stuck in there until then.
You can totally just wait for the end of the dispute and get on with your day if you want, but if you get bored of waiting, may I suggest you return to
page 1 and avoid this ending next time?