"Sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, Dolph." you say. "But Pestilential Pete is dead."

"Dead." he repeats. "Are you sure?"

"Oh, yeah. I got him pretty good. Kicked him a few times, too." you reply.

"You killed him? You killed him before he could pay me?" Dolph says, his face rapidly darkening.

Oops. Perhaps you should not have mentioned that. "Uh, wait." you stammer. "You can still have the same deal! I'll split the treasure with-"

But Dolph has already been whipped up into a fury that defies all reason. "I'LL SPLIT YOU!" he exclaims, and takes your puny body in his mighty hands.

As a connoisseur of origami, you have to admire the skill and precision with which Dolph neatly folds you up. Of course, the admiring would be a lot easier if you weren't screaming in indescribable agony as your bones and organs give way to the deft but merciless finger movements. Finally, Dolph takes a small matchbox out of his pocket and places you inside. You'll fit quite nicely into his collection of People Who Pissed Off Dolph Lundgren.

START OVER, LITTLE ONE!