You wind up for your mightiest punch of the year. Pete lunges at you, hoping to catch you in mid-windup, but you sidestep the old man's clumsy thrust. Before he can recover, you sock him right in the back of the head. Pete reels from the blow and falls to the ground in front of you. Finally, you think to yourself, I've defeated my arch nemesis, and now I can claim my just reward. Take that, fate!

As you turn around to look for the treasure, Pestilential Pete's hand shoots out and grabs your leg. You struggle to get the hand off, but Pete manages to pull your foot out from under you before you can. On the ground, you raise yourself on your elbows, but Pete puts his booted foot on your chest and pushes you back down. With a look of murderous rage in his eye (his good eye), he points his sword at your face and says...

"Agh, ynk urie gnn doo..."

It seems that the blow to his head disengaged the speech center of his brain once more. Realizing this just makes him all the more angrier, Pete bellows with rage. He draws back his sword for the final blow, and all you can do is laugh at him. He may have his treasure, but he'll never get that brain of his back in tip top shape. It's a somewhat comforting thought that eases the transition from life to death for you.

SINCE YOU CAN STILL SPEAK, TELL YOURSELF TO START OVER.