It was midnight when Johnny flipped his television on. Rummaging through the channels he found a scary movie.

Thunder roared outside his living room window and flashes of lightning streaked across the eerie night sky. Johnny pondered why not?

The munchies on his mind, Johnny scanned the contents of his refrigerator for a snack. A poor church mouse would starve to death trying to eat out of that contraption.

Johnny located some dried out yard bird with funny looking green stuff growing on it. He brushed it off, returned to his sofa, glued his eyeballs to the program he had selected, and chowed down.

Suddenly, Johnny did not feel well. What entered one end burned like a raging volcano coming out the other. After ten rounds of losing what he had consumed Johnny went straight to bed.

Being decimated by a steamroller would have been a lot less painful.