"Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all
Emptied churches and shopping malls
Where he spoke, it would raise the roof
Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth
But he made too many enemies...
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?"
Oh my! (Spoilers for ep 12: Powerless)
Maybe the sound of gunshots echoed. Maybe there was the faint odor of gunsmoke, or the iron smell of blood.
But what was certain was a man suddenly in the bar, bloodstains on his button down shirt, and staining much of the front with red. Yet he seemed to be breathing. There was no pain. There wasn't much of anything right now. He blearily glanced around, stumbling his way into a chair. He almost seemed surprised to be sitting, and not sinking through it. There was a speech. People standing by him. Was he giving the speech? Was he standing by? He wasn't sure of anything right now.
[Tiny tag got some first aid: Lisa Cuddy]