You spot the spoiled yet ruthless princess of crime known as Robyn X Claythorne, Daughter of Mr. X and Evelyn Claythorne, Holding her Tommy Gun like it was a pet cat.

"Well, well. Suppose it isn't another insignificant being. You really want to die, don't you... I'll be happy to oblige!"

She sinisterly says as she shockingly but gently strokes the nozzle of the Tommy gun like a cat's chin.

"Unfortunately, you're so pathetic that you're not worth my time."

She sneered coldly.