My plan was dancing along the street singing out wonderful songs. However, it was then shot and drop-kicked in the ass several times. From there, it desprately fought to get up, but a mugger attacked it and knifed it down to the ground. A drunk bum wandering the street decided to take a piss on the plan--lucky the plan was unconcious and was unaware.
The plan was found by two kind patrons, but while in the hospital Nurse Beaver gave it food poisoning with Jello (if Man-pretty is reading this: yes, Jello can go bad despite its jiggly goodness...or can it....?).
The plan currently remains in a coma.
Oh, and Beaver...he COULD kill a kitty; despite the fact I didn't know what that meant until you spelled it out for me!
WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!?!