I'd like to say that the espresso poured down his deal with and burned him up, then the breaking pot gave him a scar on his neck to match the one on his abdomen. A unwanted fat, pink scar ran from down below his waistline line to right under his still left nipple. I'd really like to say it was a climactic, film-like finish, in which the pot shattered on his head and he ran out crying. Those ended up the past words I ever read him say.