And, seriously folks, he maniacally laughs himself to sleep every night, knowing that if the lead doesn't kill us, the gigantic erasers are going to rub us from the face of the earth. The city's alarm goes off, wailing its shrill cry into the black night. The people awaken in a state of wonder and disbelief. Bleary-eyed children stagger from their beds, with their teddy bears falling from their arms in the rush to get to the bomb shelter. Their furry, lifeless toys lie on the floor, soon to be hideously covered in falling plaster and burning mortar.
Parents comfort their little ones, knowing their reassurances are completely false.
The shards of jagged wood have destroyed our fields in an apocalyptic scene only the N.R.A. could love. We just couldn't believe anyone could be that mad and ruthless. Mad enough to want to rain down terror on the world. It's not true that what you don't know can't hurt you. The damage when its done will be done, and there'll be no going back to a time of innocence, a time of ignorance.