Mr. Kitten Rushes to warn Final-Fan about the angry pitch-forkers and torch holders approaching his home.
Mr. Kitten thinks out loud "There's no way Final-Fan can be one of the very bad people ... but I have been wrong before."
Mr. Kitten reaches what he believes to be Final-Fan's house and kicks the door down with his massive Kitten kick! He quickly shouts out for Final-Fan but is shocked to see what is scattered around his home. Guns, knives, and explosives. On the walls pictures of those who've fallen pressed against a map of the town. Mr. Kitten cannot believe his eyes. He then hears heavy footsteps coming from the basement; fearing for his life, Mr. Kitten leaped out to the front porch and screams, "He's over here! Come and get 'em!"
But it was too late for Mr. Kitten.Fnal-Fan was standing over his head. "Stay back" he cried, " You'll gain nothing by killing me!"
"No no! this is a huge misunderstanding. I was just hiding out here, this isn't even my house" desperately countered Final-Fan.
By then, the angry mob had already surrounded the house. The intense light from the torches caused Final-Fan to cutely squint as he took perhaps his Final look at his beloved town.
"Bring in the pony" a fork holder called out."Ah -a pony?" Questioned Final-Fan. "Yeah, we're kinda running out of ideas here. Plus we wanted to make yer death as epic as possible. And what better way of dying than being tied by the leg to a pony dragging you around the streets!"
"NOOOooooo!" roared Final-Fan while the town secured his foot with rope, "I did not play 20 games of mafia just to be lynched by a fucking pony!" A quick slap to the pony's ass followed the cries of Final-Fan, followed by a thump, then screams of horrific pain and agony emitted from Final-Fan as the pony savagely dragged his body around the town ... then silence.
Final-Fan is Dead
Night 7 Start!
I am the black sheep "of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong."-Robert Anton Wilson