He gingerly fingered his wound. They hadn't

He gingerly fingered his wound. They hadn't done him any real favors, leaving him alive as they did. Although he did have to admit

that a miracle might happen. Might. With the blood leaking from his wound, he traced the words on the walls of his cell and made the signs. Did the floor rumble? A glow

and crack erupted from the pentagram etched in the prison floor. "Great Satan?" he inquired. A rabbit popped up munching a carrot. "I knew I made the wrong turn at Albuquerque."

Strangely the rabbit was wearing a dress and lipstick. Then Satan exploded through the ground next to the hare. The pentagram worked. Bugs looked at Satan and said, "

"ehhh whats up Doc?" Satan replied "YOU" and a pillar of fire promply launched Bugs into the air while he screamed like a little girl. From the sky Bugs yelled to Satan

HOLY DIVER, YOU BEEN GONE TO LONG IN THE MIDNIGHT SEA, OH WHAT'S BECOMING OF MEEEEE?!?!?!?!?!?!??!

I started laying down a face-melting guitar solo. My fingers were bleeding and black smoke started pouring out of both amps. The sound engineer came running out yelling STOP! STOP!

As the sound engineer said his final STOP! it was already too late. The speakers exploding and from the burning mist appeared a rock and roll force stronger then any could imagine

and shook the theater enthrallingly to such an extent that the structural beams gave way and the stage collapsed, as well as the walls. I could only stare as the ceiling bore down