Your headless body reaches for Postal Dude's balisong plunging it into the depths of that deathclaw leader's back.

It lets out a mighty roar as it's toppled to the ground in slow motion (which is awkward because everyone kind of looks around at eachother waiting for the death animation to end)

When the deathclaw meats its demise, it lets out its parting words "Death, that hath suckled the honey of thy tit."

It then empties its bowels upon a rugged interior, soiling a peruvian memory of prefabrication.

You pick up Grendel's arm with telekinesis, posing for a selfie with it.
ᴋɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴅɢᴇʙᴀʟʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ "ᴡᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇ!"
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