Jimmy struggled to his feet, clutching his swollen throat. "Fuck that hurt," he coughed, and then looked at the advancing bikini crazies. "I've got the left!" 

He barrelled into the girl on the left, using his fists to pound her face into blood and teeth fragments. She laughed excitedly, and produced a razor blade from who-knows-where. Jimmy saw it just in time to roll clear of her, before it sliced his neck clean open.

"Oh come on honey," she said, getting to her feet and wiping the blood from her mouth. "Don't you like me?" 

Jimmy looked left and right for a weapon, and settled on a small metallic bin with a flip-lid. "Oh I like you plenty sweet heart," he said with a smile. "But my friend, Ben the Bin, likes you more so!" With that, he swung the bin at her head, cracking her across the side of the skull. She fell to the ground, and he moved over to stomp down on her head. "I really hope there's no cure for this, I'm killing a hella lotta people today. Would be a shame if all it took was some paracetamol!"