They say the kid lives out back. You go check it out. You find his hovel. A series of large cardboard boxes fashioned into a small person's shack. There's a mattress in there and a smaller box full of candy bars and sodas. You enjoy a pepsi and a couple milky way bars while waiting inside for the kid. Then the kid arrives. He stops and his eyes bug in horror when he sees you holding the little gun. You pull the trigger. The derringer makes a sound like a fire cracker going off. The bullet catches the kid in the balls. He doubles over shrieking in pain. You put three more into his head. The brat convulses and dies while you laugh.