Unfortunately I exploded an ocelot turned it into a philedelphia pepper pot I tried to repair it with adhesive but the limbs were not cohesive So I continued on my journey avoiding any prosecuting attorney Until I reached my destination where i met the federal bureau of investigation they took me to the penitentiary built at the turn of the century where i was killed by another convict A handpicked hick opium addict My body was sent below ground level Leaving my soul to be tormented by the devil Surrounded by Military Personnel in Hell All because of a single solitary shotgun shell