Her flamethrower runs out of juice RIGHT as she's got him cornered.
“ You're a lucky guy. It's almost like someone doesn't want you dead. It's almost boring. ”
Gert gets RIIIIIGHT up in his face. He can smell the decades of sugar, booze, and blood caked onto her dress. ⤵
“ Right, right...focus on scalping you and nailing your eyes to the mailbox! ”
She smashes through the door just as he leaps out the window. “ HEY! Come back and let me murderize you! ”