Threefingers had an excellent evening at the casino and was walking home to a well-deserved rest when headlamps suddenly shone at the end of the street.
A huge engine roared into life and Threefingers knew that something was wrong.
Threefingers started to run in the opposite direction.
As the car surged past, Threefingers fell in a hail of slugs. It all went black.
In Memoriam: RIP: Threefingers