You cross at the lights. You arrive on the other side of the street and as you walk towards the store, a drunken soccer mom with a busload of brats slams into you. You fly into the windshield, taking the mother out. Her head smashes through her door window, killing her. Brats fly around everywhere, going through windows and rolling into oncoming traffic from the street. Blood is everywhere but you are dead so you don't see it.
You suck and you will never know the secret of the lap dancing sock monkey.