Without answering, you punch the man again, this time as
hard as you can. The speed of his recovering makes you
feel like you're really not as much of a manly man as
you thought you were before the punches started to fly.
 
He smiles and says "Yeah, I know you, you're the kid that
did the Johnson job, ain't you? I thought you didn't make
it out alive."
 
Without waiting for a response, the man pulls out a revolver
and puts three slugs in your chest. You stagger for a moment
and then fall to the ground. Apparently, it doesn't pay to
fly off the handle in strange back-alley rooms.
~THEEND