Lestrange is walking around in the back, working himself into a frenzy. It reaches a boiling point and tears the sign from Icxz's hands and proceeds to bash it into Frodo's face repeatedly. 27 times he does this until he gets bored enough to scoop Frodo from off the ground and launches him into a brick wall. For a moment he ponders a pin, but decides more punishment must be inflicted.

Dragging Frodo to the parking lot, he chains him to the front bumper of his truck, then striking a match on Frodo's forehead, which now resembles pre-packaged ground beef at a local grocery store.

He lights his cigarette as he enters the truck, sticks his key in the ignition and drives off.

Call me Bellatrix, I got a horocrux for you, or more, a horror-crux.

He lets loose a sinister cackle as he runs headlong into a solid stone pillar doing 88, crushing Frodo in the now mangled mess of the Blazer.

LeStrange stumbles out of the wreckage clutching his chest and pulls the mangled hobbit aside and goes for the pin.

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