You get on your cell phone to call up the OFTL. While bragging about your kill you hear strange disturbing squishy sounds behind you. You turn around to see Motely Howe scooping up his brains from the floor and packing them back into his head. He is holding the bass guitar you though you killed him with with his other hand. Brandishing it threateningly at you, with his eyes closed and his head hanging open the whole time. You flee his home in terror, dropping your cell phone on the floor.