Move in with some Mollkins

One cold windy night there's a tap at your car window. You see three mollkins outside. You roll down the window and the evil wind chills in. They have stolen a gas can from a garage and ask if they can fill your tank in exchange for a ride to the other side of town where they have a trash hovel they live in. Agreed. The heater kicking back to life after a long absence is wonderful. But when you get to the trash hovel the Mollkins in the beat seat shoot you and your friend in the back of the head and steal your car.

The End