Up in the thugs' hotel room, you think you hear noises in the hallway outside.
It sounds like Bert, Pete, and Sam arguing. Before you can act, the three thugs
barge in, momentarily startled by your presence. Suddenly, confusion.

The shaky Sam faints dead away, and visibly (and audibly) annoyed, Pete lunges
for you with a nasty razor-sharp knife. You skillfully dodge his assault, and
he tumbles headlong into a teakwood nightstand, shattering a lamp in the
process. He snores peacefully on the floor, out cold.

"Just you and me," you say to Bert, never before feeling more like a secret
agent. "Just you and me." You draw your trusty weapon and move slowly toward
Bert, who seems to be looking for a way to escape. He backs away, fearfully
looking you up and down. You decide to toy with him.

"Hey, bud, uh...I...I..." he mutters, "...hey, this is our room...I hope...uh."
Grinning, you continue to back the frightened thug toward the wall. Suddenly
you notice that you are no longer looking at the thug, but at the littered
floor, and your head feels vaguely like you have tripped. Damn! you think to
yourself as Bert laughs, draws a weapon, and finishes you off.

"He should of listened to us in da bar," are the last words you hear...