First I diagnose you with musophobia. Then I drop a rat on you, and you freak out and run off a conveniently placed cliff, landing safely on a ledge. But there's another rat, which you have a heart attack after seeing. After your rehabilitation you are cured of your fear, and even pick a rat up, after which it bites you. Unfortunately, he's rabid, and you have to get the shots. You die of a severe allergic reaction to the injection.
I enjoy prolonging the suffering. XD
A two-dollar bill.