Admiral Ackbar pulls his body down the pavement, gasping for air..three bullets penetrated his lower back, and a single bullet punctured his lung..with the last gasp of air, he repeated his legendary quote for the very last time..

It's a Tr . . . 

. . . 

. . .

But before he reached the end, his heart stopped . . . 

Through the miracle that is called coincidence, Selective happened to walk by just at that moment. He didn't know the man, but he felt for him. He decided he would let his last words be heard loud and clear, it was something that had to be done:

"This man, with his last breath... His last words... They were... "

Selective drew a deep breath and roared loudly:

"IT'S A TRUMP!"

Confident he had done the right thing, he walked away into the alleys...