Would You Kindly?

From the Perspective of one of the Big Daddies from Bioshock

By point of drill—or rivet Gun—
I will protect my little one.

The halls will be run red with gore—
their innards Splattered on the floor.

One attempts to silence her Laugh—
So I shall tear his Spine in half.

Her staunch protector—Guardian—
Protect the jewel that lies within.

Drive off the mangy, Splicing cur—
She gathers treasures of Rapture.

I stand en garde and iron-wrought—
all fear the iron-clad Juggernaut.