Joining the Guild of Montgomery Moncreiff.

You pull out your trusty flintlock pistol, and with a cry of: "Arrr! Shiver me timbers!", you proceed to bust a cap in poor Mr. Goldblum's ass as he is in full swing of one of his famed pelvic thrusts. The world ends. Turns out ole' Jeff was actually the Lord God Jehova incarnate. Can't say I'm surprised.
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