Three little piggies lived together, in three little houses.
In the first one, it was made of straw.
And I blew their house down, took their finger and then, as they screamed I put a bullet in their head.
19 bullets left.
The second one had build his house of sticks!
And I blew their house down, took their finger, and then slit their throat, giggling as blood splattered the walls...
The last one, they'd built their house out of brick...
I couldn't blow it down, so I got Hurricane Irene to do it for me.
I jammed a knife into his eye socket. I don't think he felt much as I took his finger away.
His family, however are going to remember that...
I'm sorry Lucas, I tried, but... It's so difficult to resist.
Every time, it gets more difficult...
Yours until Master has no more use to me.
The Big Bad Wolf