Hearing the crusty commotion going on in the park, Mint peeks her head out from behind a tree.  She inaudibly squeals in excitement, since gunshots and murder really moisten her peppermint patty.  Mint whips out her handy-dandy vibrator and turns it on full blast.  She moans louder than a Lithuanian koala on a Sunday.  But as she's about to climax, Mint remembers she's actually a pacifist and suddenly gets triggered.  She angrily releases her special Samoa-cookie-scented diarrhea across a large area of the park, the chocolatey goodness reaching the ice cream truck.