"WHAT'S THIS FUCKING RACKET!?"

Slamming open a door leading onto a balcony - Franco growled at those poor, helpless, victims he had strewn up like pieces of dead meat. Well, they squirmed and squealed enough to be more like pigs ready for slaughter - and that they were. He cocked his sawed-off shotgun and sent bullets into the two bodies, silencing them permanently.

"You get caught with your hand in the cookie jar, you get fucked sideways to hell."

In a fit of childish rage, Franco sent a couple of bullets into the window screen leading into a control room of sorts.