HK waited for an opening, taking a writing utensil from where he had affixed it to his forearm and held it with his off hand. When the other meatbag seemed unlikely to clobber him if he got too close, he moved in quickly and stabbed at the thing's neck.

Hopefully, this would not go exactly like the time he had been stabbed in the neck by a meatbag wielding a writing utensil. He remembered the meatbag lying on the floor, smoking and incoherent, until the overload to his nervous system finally killed him. HK didn't really want that to happen to himself.