Prototype: Equestrian Menace

"Sir I don't agree wit--"

"I don't give a damn what you agree with! All I need you to do is serve your country jarhead!"

"They ain't infected!"

"And they aren't human either! If we don't end this on this planet what do you think will happen if Mercer gets back to Earth with this god-damn shit!"

"Bu-" *Gunshot followed by a thud*

"Enough of that any of you have a problem with shooting fucking horses? No? Alright then mow the fuckers down!"