Badly beaten, Gar Forman lies face down with a curb right in front of him as his partner in crime, John Paxson slowly bleeds to death from all the penetrations of the scarlet needles shot into his body over a dozen times. At that point I dragged Forman's head to the curb and said, "Bite down!"

Seeing that he didn't comply, I kicked him in the stomach and yell, "Fucking bite down!"

Once Forman does what he was told, I put my foot onto his head and said, "Say hello to your dentist for me."