Here's a story of three little piggies.

Three little piggies lived together, in three little houses.

In the first one, it was made of straw.

I huffed.

I puffed.

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!

I huffed.

I puffed.

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 huffed.

I puffed.

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