Z lurks towards Benito, clutching his pail full of goo. He then reaches into his pocket and retrieves a doll in the likeness off the mobster. Using unknown magic, ethereal pins and needles pierce the doll causing great pain. Z then twists the head and shoulders around causing Benito to cry out in agony. The Loa than climbs to the top of a tree, and drops the doll. All of Benito's bones shatter as the doll hits the ground.

Z know how to count from one to three, and Z know him ABCs, but dere is no one dat goes beyond Z. Do you hear dem, de Wunto Trees, dey weep for you, it is shame Z nip your life and watch you fade away. De Loa have blessed me dis day Benito, as for you, tis time to sit out of your career.

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Z LIVES