If he heard the Salvadorian neighbor say,

his feet were bound together with banana leaves. Why Andy's mother did this and taunted him with it put her in "worst mother" category. Still, they were neighbors, so he invited

her over for tea and cupcakes. He had carefully mixed honey with insuline and was proud of his cunning. No one would ever find out how Andy's mother died. She came in with Andy who

moved to the windows, not bothering to give me a glance as his mother sat down at the table. She was all smiles, full of warm greetings as she took a seat and reached for one of

shotguns laid out before us. Manhunts were one of her favorite pastimes, and she rarely gave up the opportunity to hunt in cold blood. Her smile was warm and motherly as she looked

at the assorted firearms. "Listen up!" she said. "Each of you gets a swiss army knife and ball of string. I'll give you 30 min head start. The last one who survives my Manhunt gets

an all-expenses paid family vacation to the Wisconsin Dells." She slid the bolt on her shotgun. "The countdown begins... NOW!" Picking up their army knives and string, they ran.

One guy stumbled a bit and she blasted him. He pleaded but was dispatched immediately. That really got the rest of the contestants moving. Another young woman attempted to string

a few words together to get to the end of the foldingstory, but she struggled to determine the story line and was blown to smithereens right in mid-sente

KABLOOIE! BLAMMO! WHOOOSHH!! KRRAAKKAOOWWW!! ZAMBOOFPOINK! BBFFHGKGKGHK! BAAAMMM!!! BOOSH! EXPLOSION! ZORCH!! FFWWRRRGGHHHKH! POW~! BLAST! BOOOOMMM! Silence.