I'm wondering if the nutball just pulled the pistol out of his pants and, instead of rushing the 4, he just decided to empty his clip into them...what would the Mal*Fart braintrust do then?
4 dead, non-participatory asset-guardians, 1 extremely agitated numbnutz running around the store's interior where children and mothers are just begging to be shot (YOU WERE THINKING IT!!! I KNOW YOU WERE!!!!! DON'T SAY YOU WEREN'T!!!!) and what do you have?
An awards presentation for the 4 dead assest-protectors and who-know-how-many-dead-customers?
Nope.
One hell of a
PR Nightmare that will be remembered for eons.
Yep, Mal*Fart is inspiring me to make sure I have a DNR order in my Retirement Package...just in case I, somehow, do manage to live long enough that I find myself having to fill out one of their job applications. May I die from an infected pencil splinter before I ever put on a Mal*Fart smock.
