Take my weiner out of his bottom. and run to the bathroom. clog toilet, and unsuccessfully unplug it, spilling poo all over the floor. in tears, i run out of the bathroom and put on my cloak. i run outside and find myself being laughed at by everybody. i look down, realizing that i am not wearing pants. Its too late. i can feel it. i fall to the floor uncontrollably shitting on my +5 protection cloak. The spahgetti is falling out of my pockets and on to the pavement. i close my eyes and try to bear the pain, but it is to no avail. i die on a city sidewalk covered in feces and spaghetti.