Extend the Story - Add a Room

"Hey, look what I can do!" You cry in delight as you twist the top of the pen, the metal point of the pen which is supposed to have been used to release the ink, sends a red beam of light, straight into Q's chest. Staggering backwards he quickly flicks out his wrist in a futile attempts at supporting his weight from dropping. He gasps, as he falls to the ground like a rock. Blood begins to ooze out of the wound which you had penetrated with your laser. "You bastard..." He groans. And with one final breathe he closes his eyes, forever. "Oh...Shit..." You say, gritting your pearly white teeth into a position which is rather uncomfortable. You've just injured, or perhaps even killed your former good friend. How do you live with yourself?

Get a plane to Mexico