Me wandered the streets wondering what ter do when me saw people goin into der featre. Me suddenly had a idea - me would go in and watch der show and get meself edgicated like all de people around town. Der doorman looked at me a bit funny, but he let me go in der swing doors. Me found a seat next to a theatre goer in der upper seating and sat down.
All dese people in strange clothes were walking around on stage singing in a strange language with really stupid voices. Me tried but me could not understand why everyone was clapping when de people on stage stopped singing. Me did not feel edgicated; me just felt like me was a bit stupid - me hate when fings make me feel stupid so me saw red and went into a berserk rage.
In a mad frenzy, me raged through der featre killing everyone (ooc: well, nearly everyone) in sight. Me took great pleasure in killing dat lady who had her own room at der back of der stage - she was der one who sang the most in dat silly voice - me did not like her at all.
As der red mist faded from sight, me looked around at all der dead bodies - and realised me had bin edgicated after all - Featres are a good killing field
