Striker had just tried you up to some train tracks in his lair. There was this one statue of him and some little imp guys who started singing about him. It was like a fever dream. Striker sighs, just getting the call that he wasn’t allowed to kill you. Striker throws his phone at the ground.

“This is bullshit! She does this every time! Why pay me if I’m not doing anythin’!?”

Striker sounded like a sexy cowboy..which he was. His tail thrashed around as he plopped down on a stone.