One time, my dad's friend was driving home from work late a night, when a deer jumped out in front of him. He hit it, and then decided he wanted to keep it. He got out of the car to claim his prize, to discover it was not dead, just badly injured. He went to his truck to get his knife, but it wasn't there. Nor was his gun. So he got his tire iron and spent the next 30 minutes beating it to death.
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