SCENE: A dark alleyway.

Obā-san

Rain falls, heavily. In the faint light of a street lamp, Muttley lies on the ground, wheezing through his blood. He clutches his chest, crimson spilling from around his hands. He looks up at the sky, and laughs one last time, understanding some cosmic joke. Snagglepuss drops his still smoking gun.

Snagglepuss: Exit, stage left!
[Snagglepuss exits stage right]

Unknown

Are you suggesting that I would commit murder? Against my own co-worker, even? Perish the thought! I do get a tad frustrated at times that Muttley isn't the most articulate dog in the world, but I would never, ever kill anyone over that!

Anonus

I believe you, Snagglepuss

Anonus

okay that's done

Imipolex G

o_O