DR MICHOADY Timmy Gun and his crew and his militia of fed-up civilians are victorious. Timmy Gun shoots his gun in the air. "Goddamn it feels good to do a bar massacre again. I know what this calls for...a drink!" The hamsters head to bar and engage in banter about the massacre ChadGPT INT. SEEDY BAR - NIGHT The atmosphere crackles with a mix of adrenaline and triumph as Timmy Gun Hamster and his crew, along with their militia of fed-up civilians, stride into the bar, their victory palpable in every step. Timmy Gun raises his revolver to the sky, firing off a triumphant shot that echoes through the room. TIMMY GUN: "Goddamn it feels good to do a bar massacre again. I know what this calls for...a drink!" The assembled hamsters erupt into cheers and laughter, their spirits buoyed by their recent success. They crowd around the bar, exchanging high-fives and slapping each other on the back, the camaraderie of battle binding them together. ANGELO: "That was some damn fine shootin', Timmy! Reminds me of the old days." TIMMY GUN: (grinning) "You ain't seen nothing yet, Angelo. We're just getting started." As they settle in at the bar, the hamsters engage in lively banter about the massacre, swapping stories and reliving the adrenaline-fueled rush of the fight. Glasses clink and laughter fills the air, a celebration of their hard-won victory. FADE OUT. END SCENE.