Well, well, well, what do we have here? Is that my target I see?

Confused are you? I hate to break it to you, but someone wants you dead, and I will grant them their wish.

You see, my lovely friend, I may appear innocent, but beneath this delicate fur lies a heart that beats for the thrill of the hunt.

He playfully twirls all four of his guns.

Four arms and four guns, my dear. A symphony of destruction for both prey and adversaries.

Brace yourself!

He unleashes a flurry of bullets.