Satisfied with Flapjack's
proper greeting of Fluffie, No Dachi is busy making Fishbone a
drink when he suddenly gets a dose of
unabashed insolence from AcidK, directed at none other than Fluffie, the Duke of
. In a fit of violent rage, No Dachi picks up the shotgun (which was still on the bar at the time) and fires two point blank shots into AcidK's head. Shotgun pellets tear through his skull and rip his brain into a thick, useless goo. Gore and crimson viscera is thrown out on the other side in a magnificent cloud of blood. No Dachi reloads with satisfaction and then chucks the shotgun back over his head onto the floor. On impact with the ground, it fires a second time, smashing a row of brightly coloued bottles. Shards of glass fly on a trajectory improbable according to the physics of the universe as we know them and mutilate AcidK's corpse. No Dachi comes out from aroudn the bar, produces a mop, and mops uo some of AcidK's blood. He then squeezes out the liquid from the mop's ropen tendrils into a glass, which he then pushes across the bar toward Fishbone.
"One Foo'-Who-Dared-Be-Insolent-Toward-Fluffie's Blood. £30." He says, hand held out expectantly, before apparently thinking better of it. No Dachi puts the muzzle of the shotgun in his mouth and, having reloaded, pulls the trigger. A dense-packed group of shotgun pellets shatter his cerebral cortex completely, and his entire body gives a single jerk before collapsing into a heap on the floor, surrounded by a rapidly expanding pool of blood, which also covers the drink bottles that were behind him.
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Dying in this thead isn't much of a barrier. If you die through natural (eg, contracting malaria and dying) or unnatural (like having two cartridges of shotgun pellets unloaded into your brain because you stuck a cigar butt in Fluffie's eye or something), you can just walk through the door again
. This bar is less a non-plot thread than an excuse for inexcusably manic comic caperings, so dying and reappearing then is quite permissible.