John Wick, the retired murder man we like, looks for his dog. John Wick, come here dog, I love a live dog. John sees Big Mob Man shoot his dog into afterlife. No, that dog was like my dead wife. Now it is dead like my dead wife. Big Mob Man, I care not, my father is Russia. I am retiring from being retired. John reaches it to his mouth and pulls out a pistol. 59,000 mob men get out of a cool car and throw bullets at John. John guns 17,000 of them in the head. They hate that. Foolish, you should not have fought. You should not have brought your heads. A horse walks by, John grabs it and fires it like a gun. Oh bad, he knows about horses. John tries to reload the horse but is hit by several cars. The cars die, John lives more, he rolls near Big Mob Man. You are out of horse Mr. Dog. John throws the horse and explodes to like 21,000 mob men. The horse lives and goes back to its job as horse. Big Mob Man and John punch and kick until their blood is tied. Let's build a truce, take present. Big Mob Man grabs a dog from the dog store and gives it to John. Okay, I love a live dog. Bye. John holds dog and walks home. Big Mob Man pulls gun out of his ear and points at John's back. But John knows all your tricks. John turns, he's dog and big Mob Man and fires. Oh my fucking god.