I respawn.
RaN: "You forget, this is also a free-form thread. If I want to take the time to plan an elaborate death scene involving a stereotypical Italian bashing Martin's skull with a flaming frying pan, I can do that. Now, you can help me, or I can get to crackin' your skull. Your pick."
Connor: "Well, I..."
RaN: "TOO LATE!"
I throw the pack of batteries at Connor. The sharp cardboard edge lodges in his skull, right between the eyes.
RaN: "Dude, you've got a little something... Like... Right there."
I pull the pack of batteries out. Connor falls flat on his face. Dead.
I go to Joe's.