More cars?  Well, Phone Boy is down, and it would appear that, regardless of him, there was something else a-coming this way.  "Don't you idiots ever learn?"  I put my gun away, and turn to face the goons that are still left standing.  The first guy gets the grip-end of my bat rammed into his stomach, very unladylike, as I basically want him to end up on the ground next to his buddy Piledriven Butthole.  I move past him and to one of the guys standing near the doorway; he's basically been there the entire time.  I have a free hand, now.  I grab him by the crotch and<em>squeeze</em>as hard as I can.  I hear something rasp out of him that sounds like 'Mommy' in Chinese (at least, I think it's Chinese) before I one-hand dead lift him and throw him into his other friend, the one that actually got inside.<br/><br/>Now not occupied, I take up ol' Solomon again (look, the bat was going to get a name, I decided calling it Solomon Kane was a heck of a lot better than Conan the Bat-barian), and as the guy from the doorframe gets his blue-balled friend off of him, I bring the bat down on his head, brutally.