Jeremy was in a tight spot.

He was able to leap out of his car and fire his pistol at the two assassins, and because he was magical, he was not effected by the bullets they were firing at him.

Mr. Numbers and Mr. Wrench unleashed lots of AK48 bullets in Jeremy's body.
BUT THEY'RE NOT VERY EFFECTIVE!

"Ha ha ha, that almost tickled." Jeremy said cooly.

Unfortunately for Jeremy he had never really used guns that much in his life and shot like someone who graduated from the Stormtrooper Marksmanship Academy; so even though he didn't have to worry about the bullets being fired at him he still could not land any hits of his own against the two trained assassins.

"FUCKING HELL." Jeremy said.

The bearded assassin guy with the sideburns, Mr. Numbers, then stopped firing and communicated with Jeremy.

"What's a crazy guy like you escorting that fatass for?"

Jeremy gloated to the man, "That is top secret information Mr. Goat Man, all you need to know is that fatarse's dad is the CEO of a major bank branch and with his son as a hostage I can get VERY rich and then use the money to pay the Master of Dimensions and go back to my home world! Because this isn't my world, DISAPPOINTED!".

But then Jeremy realised he'd just up and told the man everything he had wanted to hear, "Oh fucknuggets!" Jeremy thought.

Then the deaf guy, Mr. Wrench, stopped shooting at Jeremy and then dragged Toadfish out of the car while he was kicking and screaming.
"NOOOOO I DON'T WANT TO DIE YOUNG!" screamed Toadfish.

"If we can't kill you..."

Mr. Numbers pointed his head towards Toadfish.

"We'll just take that man from you, strand you here and get rich, hahahaha!" said Mr. Numbers.

"Just try", said Jeremy.

Jeremy aimed his pistol at the two again, but while he was focused on trying to kill the two assassins, Mr. Wrench shot the gas tank of Jeremy's car and it blew up.

Mr. Numbers laughed, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STUPID KID, GUESS YOU'LL HAVE TO HITCHHIKE NOW", said Mr. Numbers as him and Mr. Wrench threw Toadfish into the boot of their own car.

Jeremy was saddened, "NOOOOO NOT MY GOLDEN GOOSE!".

Jeremy tried to intercept and stop the car but it was too late; they had driven off with his meal ticket and had stranded him in the countryside without a car, with hundreds of kilometres between him and the city.

Jeremy australianed, "Fuck my life, just fucking FUCK IT!"

Jeremy then walked alongside the lone country road attempting to hitch a ride.