Day 7: The Chair!
UNCLE SAM: Any last words before we flip the switch, Buster?
BUSTER: Yes! I only came down to the courthouse to pay off my parking ticket. There must have been some mistake that got me sent to the electric chair.
SAM: We take a dim view of law breakers around these parts, possum. Release the 1.21 Gigawatts!
The lights flicker all over the Shelf…
RICKY: Just be aware I am praying for your soul, Buster. It’s my full time job….
Well even with a lack of blood splatter, this is a grand way to handle a parking ticket. Not so much to clean up!
Pam
Not every death has to be bloody and gory. Sometimes fried possum is the way to go. I’ve heard it also saves Miss D some prep time after she comes to claim the body…
Yeah – cleaning up the carcass takes time doesn’t it………..
Poor Buster. That’s a pretty severe punishment for a parking ticket. And, yet, Uncle Snuggie’s sick crimes go unpunished.
Well…. they usually go unpunished. Though Snuggle would probably rather go to jail than have Big Scrat teach him another lesson…
True! The Nest does have its own kind of justice.
With that amount of juice he can go back and stop all this from happening. As long as he can somehow get the chair up to 88mph…
I’m not sure that’s going to happen. Besides, he’ll just end up killing his younger self…