NOOO MY PRECIOUS BOTTLE
Suddenly, Bad Mutha appears out of nowhere wielding a feared Black Wolverine whisky bottle. :O
Bad Mutha attacks.
Bad Mutha's whiskey bottle falls apart.
Bad Mutha is painfully slaughtered and sees that his murderer has the most fiendish, insane grin that would have been enough to kill him without the gun.
I am stalking you