Outside the store Gambalor sees a sorry sight. A young child has dropped their ice cream onto the pavement and is wailing loudly, still holding the empty cone. Their parents are nowhere to be seen.

Gambalor sidles up to the child. "So, floor cream, huh?"

The child pays no attention to Gambalor and continues wailing. Seems like this situation will require drastic measures. Gambalor says, "Hey kid, wanna see my magic wand?" and reaches into the front of their pants.

The child ceases its cries. It is intrigued. Just last week a magician had come to its school and astounded the class by vanishing various objects and making them reappear in strange places. The child wonders what this magician will appear and/or disappear and where.

Meanwhile, Gambalor's hand has returned from the undergarment realm. It is holding something: a shining six-cylinder revolver. The child's eyes widen in fear but it is stunned into silence.

Gambalor places the barrel under Gambalor's chin and wraps Gambalor's finger around the trigger.