"Sorry, Merv," you say.  "But this is for the best."

    Your finger curls around the trigger and then...

    <<WHAM!>>

    You are hit up-side the head.  Hard.

    You are knocked across the room, into a some stacks of old Hot & Fat magazines that collapse under you.

    You take a moment to come back to your senses, and when you do, you see Ghandi standing next to Merv.

    "Sorry, Brad," he says.  "Boss's orders."

    Merv wakes up and examines the situation.

    "How'd he get in here?"

    "Sorry, boss," says Ghandi.  "I was on lunch."
 
    "Lunch?" says Merv.

    "Yeah," says Ghandi.  "I was gettin' a slice down at Pizza Gando's."

    "Ghandi!" you shout with contempt.  "You're working for Merv?  How could you?"

    "I just follow the money," says Ghandi coolly.

    "Fuck him up," says Merv.

    Ghandi picks up the rifle and walks over to you.

    "Ghandi!  Wait, no!" you say.  "I... I'll pay you double!  No!  Agh!"

    He is deaf to your pleas as he beats you with the butt of the rifle.

    After a thorough beating he walks back to Merv's side.

    "You see, Brad," says Merv.  "Being in the porn business taught me two things: syphilis is a bitch, and always hire a tough-ass bodyguard."

    Your body crumpled, you collapse in a heap.
 

Your final score is:

922