"Fuck these little shits!" you bellow obnoxiously. "I'm goin' to Chuck E. Cheese!"

"STOP HURTING US WITH YOUR WORDS!!!" Josh Matthews sobs. Before you can react, he smashes his recorder over your kneecap. You go down like a barrel of... monkeys. The Little People Nation of Domination is upon you, kicking your ass with adorably tiny feet. Suddenly, the ghost of Joe C. materializes and hits you in the crotch with a hockey stick. You die of crotch hemorrhage while Joe C. croons an unflattering song about your mother.