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║Rest In Peace ║
╚════════════╝.
Here lies the legendary Dingleberry. He died the way he lived...
Sprinting through an office and then jumping out of the skycraper building and landing on a spinning helicopter rotor (literally he is standing up on the propellers and he is like totally spinning around and stuff), then dropping down into the cockpit and taking out the pilot, flying it towards his rival mafia gang the mighty Dingleberry Crashes the helicopter into their HQ before grabbing two guns also known as fists and shooting all the guards to death before smashing down the mafia bosses door and kicking his ass. Afterwards he blew up the building without looking at the explosion and got in his lamborghini huracan LP 610-4 and picked up the hottest chick in the world. The best part... He never died.