The man screamed in agony.
A little context here. It was in Sydney, Australia. It was the middle of the day. And Crowe was having his puppet rip out a mans internal organs and replace them with tiny wooden thingamajigs he had found in his shed. Their current location was in a junkyard, where no one could hear the screams.
"So, to summarize. You are a member of a gang of malcontents who decided, 'hey, lets sell drugs to kids, no way that could piss anybody off!" Crowe said with a mocking tone as the mans spleen was ripped out, and replaced.
"Anyways, I want you to carry a message for me to your cohorts. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Sydney. And by 'carry a message', I mean, get out your goddamn phone."
Crying, the man shakily reached into his pocket, and pressed a number, speed dialing someone. "b-boss? Pl-please listen to me, you got to get out of t-town! S-someones com-coming af-after you! Guy already g-got me, ripped off-ripped off my..." The man continued to sob. Frowning, Crowe gave a withering sigh. "Seems this fellow is broken. Puppet, if you will?" With out another word, Crowe's puppet reached out, and crushed the mans phone. And the hand it was in, causing a nice, satisfying CRUNCH, as the man continued to scream.
"Alright, I have a couple of minutes, but I need to hurry this up. Puppet, the chainsaw!"
Marching over to the bench, the Puppet picked up a large, bloodstained chainsaw, and fired it up.
"Now, good sir, I must ask you, when you get to hell, tell the devil he can suck my schlong. Puppet?"
Marching over to the screaming man, the puppet brought down its chainsaw on him, its teeth digging into his shoulder, blood going everywhere, the skin around the area literally getting ripped off, exposing the raw, bloody flesh beneath.
"Sad that I lack Bach or Beethoven. They would make this situation complete. Now, to wait five minutes, give the fellows I'm hunting a nice head start." Crowe said over the roar of the chainsaw.