The Adventures of Greene Shmokalotte

your friend stares at you in disbelief. The stare quickly turns cold and serious. In one swift motion he reaches into his jacket pulling out a .45 caliber monster of a handgun. As you franticly reach for your 9 millimeter he places the barrell of his instrument of death to your temple and releases its fury. As your limp body slouches in your cpu chair your friend stares at you for a moment before noticing the bright red patterns of blood and brain matter slowly dripping down the wall.... The LSD in his bloodstream aids in his visions of Jesus in your brain splatter. He realizes the wall was a canvas, your brain the paint, himself the artist. YOU ARE DEAD!