I take the Ferret and urge it to use the unbridled power of it's ghostly Ferret ancestors to blast the door apart into little toothpicks, which I shall gather up and stick in my pocket.
Upon the arrival of the goons that locked me up to begin with, I will take the toothpicks from my pocket and throw them, with the power of a buck during the rut, at my foe. The toothpicks, still enchanted by the ghost Ferret magic that formed them, will seek out weakpoints in my enemies' flesh.
With the goons defeated, there only remains the evil bad dude leader to face.
After gracing him with a few choice puns relating to the abattoir that I find myself in for the final showdown, I will lob my Ferret at him with much force, knocking a Ferret shaped hole through his entire body.
As my defeated foe falls down onto his knees and begins to have death spasms, my faithful Ferret companion will daintily bound up my leg and take a majestic seat upon my shoulder.
I shall look down at my dying foe, and say "Looks like you didn't think this hole thing through pal!" before kicking him in the balls and throwing him into a nearby meat grinder.
