*Sighs* I was hoping to do this gently Ted... but you leave me no choice *Jumps into the air and pulls two syringes out of my back pockets and lands behind him with the syringes implanted into his neck and White mashes the pumps down and injects him with the tranquilizer*
"I got... a bad drug mix... !!" Ted takes damage from the mix of uppers and downers, and his Motor system crashes, causing him to fall down awkwardly. "I can't move!"
Ted loses consciousness, and his hands slowly gain long, knife like claws. "Oh, crap!" Frank said, trying to wake Ted up. "I don't want to have to do this... but I want him to die knowing I could at least keep this one promise for him." Frank takes the revolver and points it at Ted's face.