"I'M GONNA DRINK YOU LIKE A FUCKING MILKSHAKE!!"

The voice of Franco rang out across the docks as Franco gave chase to a reagent. He panted heavily, his smaller stature giving him no good help in this scenario. Franco paused to catch his breath, aiming his double barrelled shotgun instead and firing - sending bullets (that were unknowingly teeth) into the reagents legs, which caused them to stumble and fall.

Franco immediately caught up, chuckling cruelly to himself as he flipped his prey over - standing over them as if he was admiring his prized trophy,

"Fuck me? Fuck you... Step on my fuckin' balls, you bitch mother of a whore..."

He giggled, like a baby receiving it's first Christmas present, and aimed once more.

A shot rung out in the facility.