POTUS
[in the detention/deportation center]
Would you explain to this foot soldier why he's going to do what we tell him to do?
What's he talking about?
The Plutoxin Seven virus.
Genetically engineered. One-hundred percent pure death.
It starts with a slight headache, then turns into a fever that gets worse. After a short time, you crash. You bleed out like a stuck pig. Not a pretty sight.
I get it. You figure that you inject that shit into me, and under the threat of death, I'll do whatever you say... just like in New York.
You got it... Snake!
One question: which one of you assholes gets to die trying to stick me?
You don't understand. It's already in you.
[Snake looks down at his hand, where Brazen scratched him earlier]
Catches on quick, doesn't he?


