Sandman sighed, resigned. "Fine. Let your bloodlust be satisfied by my death... I must be a martyr, I suppose."
The mob closed in on him like the hungry jaws of a shark, and his neck quickly made its acquaintance with the rope.
"Wait!" A voice rang out, dripping with authority. The governor stood behind the mob, holding his hand up. "No, no! Don't lynch him! Sandman is my most trusted advisor..."
"Bah." Jake glared at the governor with cold eyes, drawing out his gun and shooting Sandman in the face. The unlucky man screamed in pain and grabbed his face as his blood slowly oozed out. "He's one of them..."
The governor blinked. "What? Sandman... you betrayed me?"
Sandman smiled. "Damn right I did. Best know that I'm proud of it, too... I could never stand you and your insufferable ranting, and all of the political mumbo jumbo you spout at me... I've been in the Mafia of this town my entire life. They are my true brothers... The Godfather is my true father figure, not you. I would say I'm sorry for lying to you, but I'm pretty close to death, and, well, God doesn't look to kindly at liars. Goodbye, Nacho. Enjoy watching the city crumbles as these idiots kill themselves!"
Actually,
April Fools!
I'd recommend resubmitting all night actions.