Mr Long-Ears dropped his weapon, and started to raise his hands, a grotesque snarl across his gnarled face.
"Consider yourself added to the list, you meddling, beak-nosed, tin-pot dictator-wannabe..." he started cursing.
Empress Jenny winced and clutched her head and her arms to her well-fashioned body as a loud shot rang out, then another, then another three, followed by silence.
"Is this how it ends?" she wondered to herself, tentatively relaxing her arms to examine herself for any sign of blood. Her self-examination was interrupted by a rasping sound from Mr Long-Ears. She looked up, to witness it was this horrible man and his additional chins that had received the brunt of the bullets. The shadowy man was standing over the blood-soaked body of Long-Ears.
"I dropped the gun, you fool," rasped Long-Ears, blood pouring from his perforated torso. "Why did you shoot me?"
"I spared you a bullet, Long-Ears," replied the shadow in a Mosestarian accent. "Consider yourself blessed that I didn't use the sixth - you'd have rather died ten times from five bullets, than once with me using the sixth..."
As Mr Long-Ears departed for the judgement, his final recollection was of the shadowy figure apologizing to the Empress for the mess, and for the inappropriate language she'd had to endure.