As if Falco wasn't already on edge enough around here, there was that nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right gnawing at the back of his mind. He tried to ignore it. After all, nobody around here was looking to blast him to bits, unless one of these psychos had managed to get their hands on some high explosives or something. And even if they had, they weren't exactly rocket scientists, so it was unlikely they'd even be able to figure out how something like that worked without some kind of little color coded manual with elaborate pictures.

Either way, that feeling wasn't going away, and Falco was finding it harder and harder to ignore. Snarling like a rabid badger, he spun around to give whoever was stalking him a verbal smack down, but was instead greeted by a face full of shaving cream.

And about two seconds later, the screaming started.

"YOU BETTER RUN, ASSHOLE, CUZ I'M GONNA BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY!!"