THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Two words come into mind when the dread bald man in green comes marching down the hall: "Aw, shit."

Eight feet tall, relentless and a cold-blooded walking murder machine, Mr. X deserves to be respected...and feared. Where's that damn grenade launcher?

Mr. X doesn't need no stinkin' doors!

Leon is about to get 'the boot.'