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Union of Soviet State Republics wrote:

We have 70 hours to live. For most men, no time at all. We are not most men. We are mercenaries. We have the resources, the will, to make these hours count! The clock is ticking, gentlemen. Let's begin. Our first dying wish is Scout's. He's......drawn a picture of me getting hit by a car. I also have something radiating off of me.

Yeah, those are stink lines.
That's why the car hit him. Cause he smells.