"Hold on, I've got it," said -aggie-. "one, two, three, ff-our, uh fou...carry the one and..."
"This is hopeless!" ShaunPriest threw his hands up. If we hand't lynched the only person in this damned village that knows how to count, we'd be fine!"
"Yeah, well maybe if you weren't as indecisive as a woman looking at a Chinese menu, in Chinese, upside down, we'd have agreed by now!" Renewed was fuming.
"Well, you know what I think boys?" A confident iBlue put her hands on her hips. "You're all acting like little girls. It's time for someone to grow some balls and go get techfreak85 and get this mess over with!"
A reluctant NathanMuir stepped out from the group, and with a little too much false confidence and bravado, marched over to teachfreak85's shack. He stopped short of busting the door down when he heard strange noises coming from the door. It sounded like birds chirping down a long tube. He pushed open the door to confront teachfreak85.
What he saw left him aghast with horror. There was a strange box in front of techfreak85 emitting all sorts of sounds and showing pictures that were moving, changing, shifting. This was a werewolf indoctrination device, no doubt. On the shelf, there an apparatus that had spinning blades that moved in a periodic fashion. The audacity of this torture device shook him to his very core. However, he had yet to see the worst part. Techfreak85 was sitting in a chair, holding a strange white rectangle with pictures similar to the large box in front of him. A long white piece of twine was protruding from the abomination and going directly into his ears. He channeled the very power of the devil into his brain!
He could stand it no longer. "What is the meaning of all of this!"
A startled techfreak85 turned around, pulling the brain probes from his ears. "Oh, hey NathanMuir, I was just listening to my iPod!" He hurriedly walked toward him and shoved one end of the twine into NathanMuir's ear. Sound spilled into his brain. Before it could take his soul, he tore it from his head.
"Your days of doing the devil's work are over!"
Techfreak85's smile slowly faded as he realized what was going on. "No, no, I'm not a werewolf! I just really like technology!"
"Sounds like some sort of occult magic" sneered NathanMuir. "You're coming with me!"
He led a sobbing techfreak85 out to the town gallows, where the villagers eagerly awaited yet another lynching. As he came up to the noose, he tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. By then, it was too late, as Mexbearpig had already tightened the noose. He wasted no time and freed techfreak85's legs of the stool himself.
Techfreak85's arms feebly grasped at the rope at his neck. As his face turned blue, his arms lost their strength and fell to his side. He was dead. This villager would never live to see the Beatles released on ThyTunes. The village idiot had taken his apparatus and plugged the twine into his ears. He was dancing around the town square with sheer glee, celebrating another villager death.
It is now night. Specials, PMs please.