Shpo Ugh (better known as Spy) woke up in a dark, lacking in light place.
"I'm scared," he thought. "I hope this isn't all my years of killing and having affairs catching up to me."
Then, Spy heard a deep, accented voice. It could only be the evil Hue B. (you may know him as Heavy). "So, it appears cat has fallen into mouse's trap, or some clever acronym like that."
"That's not what acronym means, fatty."
"Hey, give me break, I come from Russia, grow up in gulag, and kill people."
"I don't know what those last two have to do with anything."
"Let us stop talking about things of utter non-importance. It is time to use bullets to make tiny man dead, because I am angry."
Then, a blade flew like some sort of airborn guillotine towards Heavy and chopped his head off. The cleaver that had just killed Heavy belonged to Sco Oot (why should I bother).
"Brudda, you're D.E.A.D. Dumb, eccentric, asinine, and dead!"
"Now that was a cleaver acronym," said Spy. So they went home, and died the next day in combat or something. The End.