“No way!” you shout, and throw Johnny Franzetta’s skull at Old Man Nickelback’s face.
It hits the old creepazoid right in his eyes, and he stumbles back, his hands groping blindly through the air. Like an idiot, he trips over the tracks and sprawls out semi-conscious, right in front of your carriage.
In a flash, the ghost of Johnny Franzetta appears behind you.
“Run him over!” urges the spirit. “Crush that old man beneath the wheels of the train! Only then will I be free!”
You hesitate. You’re all for pushing old men into egg displays, but… MURDER?