For once in his life, Otto was truly chilled to the bone. Not because Sokol had just killed a man-- Lefty's lapel was now serving as a footstool for the murderous millionaire-- but because Sokol had the nerve to pour himself a nice tall glass of milk and drink it right in front of him!
'Don't you realize what that does to your insides?' wimpered Otto. 'All that cholesterol! You want calcium, take a vitamin pill, man!'
...He put the barrel to his own forehead, and fired!
...The room began to spin... and the gun dropped from his hand...