He's not moving...but as the gang flees in terror at what they just witnessed, I notice that he's technically not totally quiescent, either.  Of course, the first responders - cops, EMTs, the whole lot - are already here, so even if I wanted to do something more to this asshole, I couldn't.  Maybe they'll be able to save him; maybe he'll die on the way to the ER; maybe he'll die there.  If he survives, he's not getting any mercy from me on a second go-round, now that I know about his trick.  The cops stop me and question what precisely I was doing, and I explain myself, with some of the staff and patrons to back me up.<br/><br/>Strangely, despite it happening in front of them, nobody seems to believe that I made the man go splat against the car<em>and</em>the wall.  Probably just another quirk of living in the City.  I gather the catgirls and usher them back inside, inviting the patrons to come inside, no more disturbances for the night, and take my seat...<br/><br/><br/>...and less than a minute later get the<em>biggest</em>Hungry Sexy Bitch feeling I've had since I got this body.