If it were up to me:
I would chain his hands and legs, then pull him up four flights of metal fire escape stairs, feet first.
Then I would kicked him in the family jewels just enough to cause a stomach ache every 15 minutes for 8 hours.
A fter that I would push him out a window letting him fall four stories into a pile of razor wire 5 rolls high and 5 rolls wide.
He could lay in the pile of razor wire for two days in the desert sun and then I would release a flock of crows and 1 gallon of scarabs right next to him.
But that’s just me.
Hey...this poor fellow was just trying to get money for his tuition this fall at medical school.
That’s too much effort, although the final outcome is appropriate.
I prescribe one Shotgun blast to the pancreas, and don’t call me in the morning.