Super Sam leaps out of a helicopter from 1000 feet up. He smashes through the colosseum roof and is violently planted into the sandy floor, upending sand.
Damon spits sand out of his mouth. “So you came?”
“Had to make an entrance,” says Super Sam.
Damon readies himself, standing knees bent, heels raised. “Let’s do this!”
Super Sam slides between Damon’s legs and plows a fist into Damon’s diamond balls. “Are those wrecking balls?”
Damon drives a hand into Super Sam’s sternum ripping out his golden heart.
“My heart?” Super Sam goes limp.
“Had to make an entrance,” Damon declares.