A sword pierces the roof and you.

Out of nowhere and with absolutely no warning. A sword bursts forth from the car roof and stabs into your kangaroo heart. Surprised, you start to panic, latching onto the two foot wide blade as you desperately attempt to dislodge it.

But the damage is already done.

With your attempts beginning to weaken a faint chuckling is heard. You try to place it before two more blades of slimmer width drop in and penetrate your roo flesh. Pinned to the car seat, you feel yourself slowdown as each breath becomes more ragged until.

You are no more.

But before you go, you hear a voice utter one sentence.

"How do ya do your dunkaroos?"

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