Cold KFC

The megalomaniacs were swarming outside my house with buckets of chicken wings. Before one could throw nary a wimpy wing I gunned them down with a metric ton of silly string. It was dead of winter and too cold for cops to come clean up the mess. So their bodies decomposed. They became beautiful hippy flowers in the spring. I let my dog piss on them and they died. Lucky the cops didn't swing by. I woulda killed them too. Everything dies.