/me pulls the trigger of his rusty and dented Sig Sauer Mosquito, sending a .22 bullet on the way. The bullet pierces the man's forehead, and drills itself inside the man's brains. It exits through the back of his skull, splinters of bone and pieces of brains are flying, moistened up with warm blood, painting the wall behind the helpless victim fully red.
How about the McDonalds grease flowing through your veins?