You were one of the white blood cells working in the police and together with Osmosis Jones and Drix investigated the case, trying to catch the deadly Red Death virus. And so you got the information that this virus, or as it called itself Trucks, is located in the region of the ingrown toenail of Frank's city and settled there. You decide to go there yourself without wasting a minute and did not even inform your friends about the information.

The coordinates led you to a small old garage. Dirty windows barely let in any light when you entered the room. A deathly silence hung around you. No sooner did you come to your senses than you were attacked from behind, the skill of a policeman helped to repel the attacker, you noticed that it was exactly him — Thrax. A huge virus with long claws and a sharp, rough chin. You managed to repel his attack, but his claws slightly scratched the back of your head.

A grin appeared on the virus's face when he noticed a gap in your defense. He quickly approached and stretched a black chain with blue beads in his hand and his lingering air cut into your ears — «Oh baby, I think you want this chain so bad. Let big daddy Thrax help you.»

With a sharp movement, Thrax wrapped a thick chain around your neck and tightened it so that you began to suffocate and opened your mouth trying to convulsively gulp at least some air.

«Mmm... Look at that, it looks good on you, baby.»