Bud fires the tank.

    It grazes your scalp, rendering you completely bald.

    The shot smashes through the house, and knocks the ruins off-balance.  Poppy, Ghandi, and BOOG run out of the way as what's left of the house comes crashing down on top of you.

    Bud chases the rest of them around with the tank.

    Left for dead, you manage to crawl out of the ruins later that night.

    You head up to Christy's for some midnight tofu.

    As you're shopping around the store, you start softly singing 500 Miles by The Proclaimers.

    Another shopper overhears you.

    "Hey, man.  You're pretty good...  Wanna join my band?"

    "I don't know," you say.  "What's it called?"

    "It's called 'Brad'."

    "Cool."

    You and Stone Goassard fly to Seattle that night and record a cover of "500 Miles".  It reaches number six on the adult contemporary chart.