Meet Ray..

An immensely tall and muscular man tears out of the door. He's dressed in ill-fitting lab clothes (they look about ten sizes too small), and a tag upon his shirt identifies him as 'Ray'.

"YOU MOCK RAY?!" he roars, lifting you up with a single hand. In the other hand, you notice (with understandably huge horror), he is clutching a syringe marked with a skull and crossbones and containing a scarily bright-green liquid. You shudder uncontrollably and try in vain not to black out.

"No! I don't mock anyone! Don't kill me!" you squeak. 'Ray' gives a roar of outrage, lifts up the syringe-clutching arm and rams the offending implement directly into your arm. The bright green liquid slowly dissapears as Rays finger presses tighter and tighter upon the filthy, rusty syringe. You give a scream of horror and pain - it feels like you're being branded with a cattle-prod from within.

"YOU MOCK RAY NO MORE!" are the last words you hear before you collapse, unconscious..

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