"Pot, meet kettle." The voice is oddly pleasant, as you see June smiling, her legs intact. It's only after a brief moment that the bullet made contact with an inhuman joint. Before her, you see the amputated leg of a spider, the base of the appendage shuddering in spasms behind June. "Missouri, Missouri, don't you know that comma are much safer to use as phones? I can sense your demons from miles away."