Quagmire, with increasing speed of steps, decided to create a diversion first—he grabbed a stick grenade. Once he was close enough, he stretched his right hand further back, and then with the force of a mountain, threw it overhead.
The grenade landed a few meters before the fat men, who were appalled and confused by the object. Upon seeing that the ghouls were confused, Quagmire's lips curled upward into a pleasant smile, and with that, before the explosion even took place, he had already dashed into cover.
The stick grenade shone brightly for a moment, followed by a thunderous explosion, with its bits and pieces splashing everywhere. The fat men were disoriented, and they were even further confused by the event that transpired.
The explosion ripped apart pieces of flesh all around the surroundings, some even splattering onto the concrete and walls, as if vandalism had been done in a gruesome manner and was left as such just to make a statement to the world.
