*Smirks, twirls and reveals a shotgun*
*Groans in pain and makes a running tackle into subject Admiral, hitting him against a wall again*
*Puts loaded revolver to subject Milkman's head* Nighty, night, sugar.
Puddin'! I'm fine! I knew you'd come and save m-WATCH IT!
*bleeding heavily but lunges forward with knife, managing to hit revolver hand* You son of a-!
*Groans in pain and makes a running tackle into subject Admiral, hitting him against a wall again*
*Puts loaded revolver to subject Milkman's head* Nighty, night, sugar.
Puddin'! I'm fine! I knew you'd come and save m-WATCH IT!
*bleeding heavily but lunges forward with knife, managing to hit revolver hand* You son of a-!