Just to humiliate this dick in front of all your party guests, you're going to urinate on him. That should not only subdue him up to a point of crying and running home to shower, but also stop the his mosh pit-cronies from ruining the party any further. You mosey on over to the bar and have the Keebler elf pour you a dozen pints of beer. As soon as you've downed them all, you feel your bladder's about to erupt. You loosen your zipper a bit and stumble up to your disrespectful party guest. Tapping him on the shoulder, you say "hey bitch, think fast!". Your remark confuses him, and before he can make true to his promise of killing you, you unleash your bodily fluids upon him.

Toasty!

But not without its consequences. You thoroughly piss all over the guy's shirt and face, and he runs out screaming and crying, as you hoped. But you can't stop pissing. You urinate on your other party guests, the furniture, the polka band, the decorations... The entire Monster Party is drenched in urine with a dangerously high alcohol level. Moments later, the Jack O'Lanterns set your urine ablaze, and with it, yourself. You die a painful death in flames, because everyone's so ticked off about getting pissed on that they won't even bother to call the fire department.

START OVER, YOU GIANT MARSHMALLOW YOU!