you had been best friends with Mr hammerhead for a while. You had known each other since childhood. You dragged mr hammerhead down an alley in midnight city, he had multiple gunshot wounds, he wore a blue pinstripe suit, has the head of a hammerhead shark for a head, and a watch. He was bleeding pretty badly, the red sky of midnight city glowing above you, Mr hammerhead looked at his wounds.

“goddammit, luv! This is such a non aussie way to die!”

he had always had an Australian accent, and it pissed you off, since you knew he was British.