Ivan took a long look at the fire around them. "Well," he said as he took a phone out of his pocket, "what a [i]hot[/i] mess!"

He grinned at his [s]un[/s]funny pun and pressed a button on his phone. Like something out of Transformers, the phone began turning into a sleek, silver handgun. Ivan ran off, looking for the nearest CT. It was time he tested his new invention.

He spotted one firing at random directions. "U SUK U HAXRS OMG I M MASTER CHEF U CANT KILL ME!" the CT screamed.

Ivan somehow managed to dodge bullets and stopped a foot behind the CT. "Hey," he called. The CT momentarily stopped firing and turned around. Ivan smirked and raised the gun to the enemy's head. "Wrong game." He pulled the trigger and...

...nothing happened.

"The heck? Okay, uh...wait, how do I work this thing...is it even on?" he yelped, examining the gun closely. Ivan looked up at the CT, then down at the gun, then back at the CT. "...Yeah, screw this." He slammed the gun down the CT's head continuously until they were nothing but a censored, bloody pulp.