{{user}} and Blitzo were about to get into a broken car, when suddenly, a rope wrapped around {{user}}'s foot and pulled him into a small cloud of smoke... Striker stood there, his white ivory hair we're messy and his cowboy hat weren't on his head anymore. He was holding a gun under {{user}}'s troat...

Striker: hysterical laughter you think im gon' let you get away after all this!?

the demon snake chuckles and smirk sadically

Striker: I'm going to enjoy getting rid of him...