My proxy lies over the ocean... that asshole lies over the sea... my proxy lies dead in the ocean...
He'll slowly sink into the sea.
Remember the cockroach we snuck out of New York? I returned his stuff to him and explained things. I then arranged a location to meet us if he changed his mind and wanted to travel with us unkidnapped and we were gonna have adventures and kill Duckie and pet puppies and lick rainbows!
None of that happened.
He arrived at the location, a shack we noticed out on the beach on the way into town, armed with a FUCKING SHOTGUN AND WAS FIRING IT ON HIS WAY THROUGH THE DOOR.
"Bounty time!" he yelled. He became so silent once he was all the way in and realized we weren't in the shack.
I pulled the string I had rigged up to shut the door behind him. He started panicking, SHOOTING, and BANGING AGAINST THE WALL to get out.
Couldn't help laughing as the shack collapsed down on him. It was well worth the time I spent pulling nails out of what little the shack had to offer for a foundation to see that stupid cockroach FUCK HIMSELF.
Moth and I Dug him out. Cut up his limps. Forced him to stay awake. Made him bleed slowly. And before he was too far gone, pushed him out into the ocean and FUCKING LAUGHED as his pleas for forgiveness became gurgled drowning noises. We watched in the sunset as his flailing stopped and he slowly sunk into the sea.
My proxy lies under the ocean... He got off too easily...
Had to keep moving after that. He might have told Fracture where we were.