Okay, now let me just see if I can get this straight. You come from another planet, and you're mortal there, but you're immortal here until you kill all the guys from there who have come here... and then you're mortal here... unless you go back there, or some more guys from there came here, in which case you become immortal here... again.
Something like that.
They were both dead before the car stopped. I'm amazed they got as far as they did. Gosh, I've never seen a mess like that. They must have taken about a hundred bullets or so.
One hundred and eight.
One hundred and twelve, myself.
Aw, come on. You're not counting that little scratch, are you?
Scratch? What are you talking about? It passed right through me. Just look at my splendid waistcoat.