Deputy Platy stared in front of him at the last mafia. He was sweating, and he pleaded for him not to shoot. Platy grinned. He was going to enjoy this. He slowly raised his gun to frightened looking mafia. Just then, the mafia's face began to transform into a smirk. He began to pull something out from behind him. Platy saw this and immediately pulled the trigger. There was a small explosion and a dead man hit the ground. The mafia was still smirking. He kissed his electric drill and got up off his knees. He walked over the the last man standing in the town, the local blacksmith.