Once up on a time a man got away, leaving

Once up on a time a man got away, leaving behind evidence. But before he had attacked a woman. She was attacked by some idiot in the projects. He's so dumb, so dumb, so dumb, QWOP!

It was that clip of the uneducated but valiant brother who tried to protect his sister. Sal had to get in touch with that guy. He had an awesome David Webb Peobles script for him

that anyone with half a brain would produce in a second. Sure, it was missing part of the second act, and the first act was a non-starter, but the third act had promise. The hero

would go back in time to fix the second act, wink at the audience, and begin chain-sawing kittens. Thus, our hero had established

his dark side also. He was becoming more and more like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and his wife loved it: an upstanding man to enjoy the social scene with, yet the hidden darkness to

get her secret fix of demeaning abuse. Being the President of the Woman's liberation front she had to keep up appearances. However, her husbands dark side took on more sinister

in the lady's restroom. "How many can we fit in 'till it's a fire hazard?" she wondered. Someone barged in. "Is this the Whiskas Liberation Front?" "Next stall, ma'am." The meeting

was grinding to an utter standstill. She knew she had to do something before this got out of hand. Quickly, she rifled through her purse, fishing out a perfume bottle filled with

Britney Spear's Fantasy. She flipped her chromium Hello Kitty Zippo and lit the contents on fire. She tossed the fireball and the aftermath of her girly gernade was seen for miles.