Mr Unwin's head pops in a gust of cherryade.
Lesley-Ann's head rasps air through the hole,
withers, deflates.
Oscar's head yields like dough.
The bullets stick in the soft flesh like warts.
Sid's head cracks,
and falls into two neat halves.
Uncle Zed's skull implodes, creating a miniature black hole,
follow-up bullets hanging, distended, around the event horizon.
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