It gives you cooties. You go to the hospital, where you die after 3 painfully horrifying months. Meanwhile, I put my brain in a different body and lived, more or less, happily ever after.
I have another gun.
If you say you can, or say you cannot, you are right.
I lock you in a closet, get past the Forest of Dreams, and defeat the evil wizard to free myself from the curse that makes me die when you're killed.
Then I come back and use the wizard's shin bone to stab you to death.