[Travis has been hanging out in his room when the experiment changes him. He's now become The Butcher, the very manifestation of his own dark side. While Travis would normally be calm and helpful he won't be in this form. He'll be hateful, malevolent, and apathetic.]

Guess this is what they meant by experiments. I want to kill something, or someone. Yeah, this is just swell. And it's father's day as well? Yeah, happy father's day, dad.

I hope you're burning in Hell.

I've been in some crazy places during my life time. As a trucker you kind of have to get used to going to places that don't set quite right with you. It's all a part of the job. I have never, however, come across a place where everyone has wings coming out from their backs. It's messed up, and I bet I have those stupid things coming from my back as well. At least they're small enough; I mean, they're not like those angel wings you see in those religious paintings.

Damn, they're pretty annoying though. [Sound of Travis letting out a short hiss of pain.] Damn these things also hurt more than they look like they should. How do you people handle this? Is this one of them things where you all get used to these things, and the pain eventually goes away?

I guess it wouldn't be a good idea to ask how I can get out of here, would it? Well, that's alright. Just have to make due with a bad looking situation.