As you round the corner you come across a dog bent over a corpse in the street, sniffing away at its crotch. As you go to shoo it away you suddenly realise that it is in fact the Godfather Chairman of LA himself. Awed by his presence you stumble back!

Out of the corner of your eye you spot the dastardly Buu attempt to euthanise the noble hound. But as he pulls the trigger his arm jerks away. 

Buddy arises majestically. Like a cat with nine lives, but better.

Around him lay the bodies of the late great Minaxi, the tolerable TheNewGuy and then a few various other peasants including the guy with the name no one can pronounce.

Tens have tried, all have failed. The closest anyone ever got was that time DetroitSimon, overcome with range at a stealth PP, shot at one of my many bodyguards.

It is pitiful to watch.

So again, I ask the question, is Buddy invincible?

How many property based pro wacks have you survived?

Ah yes, the true test of a hound

I invite you to test my defences. One time only. Purely for comedy value.