"Yeah, well, role models can be very important to a boy," said Murphy. Suddenly, he started to feel very sleepy. "What's that smell?"
"What smell?" Suddenly, Murphy was on the ground. "What are you doing on the ground?" Suddenly, Lewis was on the ground. "What am I doing on the ground?"
Soon, Murphy and Lewis were fast asleep. Clarence and his thugs came out wearing gas masks.
"Goodnight, sweet prince," said Joe.
Murphy was having a wonderful dream, when all of a sudden, he felt someone roughly shake him awake. His eyes fluttered open. "Don't worry, this will hurt a lot," he heard the man who shook him awake say. He then noticed the man was pointing a gun at his leg.
"Not yet, Emil," he heard another male voice say.
He looked up and saw a balding man with glasses. He must be the leader.
"Well, well, well, look what we've caught," the leader continued. "You a good cop, hot shot?"
Murphy couldn't come up with a response. It's hard to think when you've just woken up.
"Of course you aren't. Any good cop knows to hold his breath when he gets ambushed with sleeping gas."
"Where's Lewis?" asked Murphy.
"She's right next to you."
He suddenly noticed Lewis next to him, still sound asleep. She sure was pretty when she was asleep.
The leader kneeled down and rested his hand on Murphy's shoulder.
"You probably don't think I'm a very nice guy, do you?"
"Yes," replied Murphy. He wondered why his son, Jimmy, hated being put to sleep. It was actually quite nice.
The thugs gasped and Clarence was infuriated. He was not expecting this response. Nobody was.
"Wait, what?"
At that moment Murphy knew he fucked up. The gang proceeded to blow him to pieces.
Lewis woke up. Suddenly, she noticed Murphy's decapitated body next to her.
"Murphy..." she said.
But don't worry, he still came back as a cyborg and got his revenge... by ambushing them all with a sleeping gas grenade and taking them to prison.
THE END