[Hells yeah. Now that their guns have been upgraded to fucking rocket launchers, it's time for the two of them to just unload on this ugly guy's head, turning it into pulp.

It dies in a spray of low poly blood and viscera, splattering all over the screen and revealing their score for the level: S Rank, as is only appropriate.

Griffin fistpumps in victory]

Hell yeah! That's what I wanna see!