"GAAAH!" Ramthundar cried, pulling the spatula out of his now gushing head. "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS, YOU BETCHA!"
Ramthundar rushed at Clogged Donkey, picking him up in a smooth sweep and land in the fountain.
"...who the hell you supposed to be, senor?" Ram asked, the blood loss now becoming profound. "And you're all wet! No no, can't have that! Un momento, por favor."
Ramthundar ran to Beauty Supplies and Mirrors, taking a hair-drier. Plugging it in, he threw it to Donkey, still in the fountain.
"There you go, you'll be dry in no time!"