4 arms are not always better than 2

Who: Efof, Jed and Mk.9
Where: Drive Room
When: At the end of the battle
Mk.9 watched as the mother ship detonated in a satisfying array of
colours.
Efof watched as Pac-Man got eaten yet again by another ghost.
Jed watched the inside of his eyelids.
Mk.9 looked over to Efof.
"Hey, I've been thinking; you've got 4 arms. Surely that would make
daily life easier."
"Well, sure. Typing is a breeze, and I can make an omelette in 30
seconds flat." said Efof modestly
"Ok. But what about combat?" asked Mk.9
"I prefer to use my arms for non-violent purposes...but in theory, I
guess it would give me a slight advantage."
"Here, I've got two pistols on me." said Mk.9, throwing the guns to Efof
"Now, where can we find two more?" they both said scanning the room.
All eyes fell on Jed's belt, in which his two pistols were holstered.
"We could try to take the captain's" said Efof.
"Just you try it pardner." slurred Jed, still mostly asleep on the
sofa at the back of the room.
"...Orrrr maybe not." said Mk.9 "Here, just use these"
Efof put down the two pistols and Mk.9 threw him four long lead pipes,
conveniently located in a corner of the room.
Efof held one in each hand and swung them around like a skilled swordsman.
"Hey, this is pretty cool." he said
He then, however, tried to swing them menacingly forward, lost his
balance, and all four of the hit him on the head.
Efof staggered to his feet.
"Ooh, that's a nasty bump you've got on your head." said Mk.9
"No, that's always there, remember?" said Efof, a little disgruntled,
but still relatively chirpy.
"Oh...uh, yeah" said Mk.9, remembering the alien's odd physiology.
OOC: Just a short post to fill the void.