(It would be 4 hours after omelettas funeral, later, a man in a trench coat would walk up to her grave with a bottle of scotch)
???: well, guess I won, the bet, the battle, and the outliving…
(He would throw a disk on the ground)
???: I just can’t go through with the deal, I know you were a bitch, but he doesn’t deserve to know your secret,
(He would pour the scotch onto the disk and stomp on it, shattering it)
(The man would take off his cloak and reveal to be troll face)
Mr T: he’s a good guy, you weren’t, so I’m breaking him free, (he would spit on her tombstone)
Mr T: Asta La Vista, f**ka….
