"Listen well, young one," growled Count Townsend. "The wall is high... Higher than you will ever know."
"Uh huh," said the kid looking around. "Mind if I step out for a second?"
"Take all the time you need."
The kid nodded, and walked back inside through the double doors.
Townsend turned away, looking at the clear blue sky over Santa Destroy.
Was it really worth it? He was rich, yes, but he was afraid to leave his house, drowning himself in women and wine, but all he was doing was waiting for someone to kill him. All he was doing was killing time before glory or perdition - what was that noise?
It sounded like a lawnmower, and it was coming from...inside his house? He moved closer to the doors. Yes, it was definitely coming from inside.
He never figured out what it was before Travis' massive bike knocked down the doors, killing him instantly.