Wolverine pulled his fist back, ready to slam it into Conker’s inviting face, before he noticed the squirrel's cocky grin. From seemingly out of nowhere, he’d produced a chainsaw and shoved it into Wolverine. The sharp metal teeth burrowed into his flesh, scraping against his insides, ripping into his body. Wolverine spat up blood.
He wrapped his hands around Conker’s neck as he continued his assault. Even though he struggled, and shoved the chainsaw into Wolverine with all his might, he couldn’t break the bones. The chainsaw slowly slid across his body from left to right, digging a trench into his stomach, before finally slipping off and embedding itself into Dan’s side. The martial artist screamed as the chainsaw whirred of its own accord for a few moments, before finally choking and dying as Dan struggled to disentangle it from his internal organs.
“The heck are you made of, anyway?” Conker asked as Dan flopped on the ground like a dying fish. “Steel?”