A Thing

You launch the cotton ball at the dogs with an unimaginable amount of force, and it kills one of them successfully, just as you expected. However, you now have at least 24 small Pomeranian dogs attacking you. They begin gnawing at your ankles until your feet have been ripped clean off of your body. You try to hobble away but they've already started on your knees. After your entire bottom half is gone, you fall over, and the dogs cover your entire face, ripping you to shreds. The pain is unbearable. You black out just as you see your stomach being torn open and realize you never even got to eat some pizza...

You died.