Milo

poops on you

*he screams and tries to run away, but falls on the ground*

*he comes up to the door knocking loudly and firmly* Police, Open up.

no

*He kicks the door down with one foot, storming into the house*

*he starts searching the house, he finds a hidden door behind a bookshelf* what's this?

uhhhh

*he opens it and finds a large room full of...... bodies* WHAT THE HELL!?

*He gives her a once over, his eyes lingering on her body, then he speaks* I'm looking for someone, have you seen a man by the name of John Doe?

*eyes narrow, voice dropping dangerously low* Clothes. Sure. *steps closer, blocking the doorway* Turn around. Show me your hands. Now.

*raises hands*

*snaps forward, grabbing your wrists to spin you around***presses you face-first against the doorframe, pulling your hood down with one hand***What the hell is that on your back?**

*body completely still, too still, too quiet* ...im sorry... *finally goes limp*

*compressions turn violent* WAKE UP!

*fingers slowly go cold in his grip, skin fading to gray*

*pulls out a mini gun and shoots him in his knees*

*jerks back with a sharp grunt, blood spreading through his uniform as he slams against the doorframe* You just signed your death warrant. *struggles to draw his sidearm, trembling fingers gripping the handle*

*pulls out a bazooka*