Dwayne held the muzzle of his gun in his mouth for a while. He tasted oil. The gun was loaded and cocked. There were neat little metal packages containing charcoal, potassium nitrate and sulphur only inches from his brains. He had only to trip a lever, and the powder would turn to gas. The gas would blow a chunk of lead down a tube and through Dwayne's brains.
You wrote a little book, got 'em fired up
Had a Beer Hall Putsch, got 'em fired up
And when your bunker started getting fired up,
You put a gun in your mouth and fired up.
"I turned your gun into a banana. Enjoy your last meal."
A note from Giorno to Polpo, Jojos Bizarre Adventure - Vento Aureo