Lain unleashed his super finishing move on the boss ninja. He hopped twice, crouched twice, shimmied left to right and then repeated the motion, punched the air, used an item, accessed the options and then paused. He wondered if anyone saw what he did there, and then unleashed his super move that looked an awful lot like having a fancy tea party with the boss ninja to the untrained eye, but was actually a devastating chi attack that destroyed the ninjas and the plane wreckage so completely that no satellite would ever find it, lest the zombie mutant ninja chef plague spread to the general population. For the good of the world, Flight 370 would remain a mystery forever and Lain's heroism would go unrewarded.
Tired, wet and horny again, Lain trudged onto the beach and collapsed in a comfy chair, beating out a lazy rhythm on a convenient bongo drum and wondering where everyone else had gotten off to.