Ken Bruen has the shilelagh, Hilary Davidson is pointing a derringer at your temple, Dave White has a stiletto at your throat, Frank Bill has you in the sights of his Beretta, and Steve Weddle is riding shotgun, with both of his barrels pointed at you.*
All the while, Keith, Cameron, and Liam laugh as they orchestrate this killing. It's curtains for you, curtains!
*How are we all fitting in the same car? I have no idea.