I'd adore 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 a person on his abdomen. A body fat, pink scar ran from under his waist line to right below his still left nipple. I'd appreciate to say it was a climactic, movie-like complete, wherever the pot shattered on his head and he ran out crying. Those have been the past text I at any time heard him say.