I can see it now...a jackbooted thug comes up to KK's house, lookin' to be grabbin' some guns...KK reaches for his shooting iron, and accidentally tips over his glass of merlot, right into the open cover of his Peaches & Herb's Greatest Hits CD.

KK grabs his Sham-Wow out of the kitchen cupboard and dabs at the CD while humming "Reunited", the snub nosed .22 with pearl handles temporarily forgotten on the hallway sidetable.

The thugs rush in to find KK snuffling over the liner notes, which are now stained a pretty shade of dark pink, but no longer readable.

Sad.

After taking his Lady Pea Shooter, the thugs then proceed to the kitchen to start in on the knives.

"Hey!" shouts KK, "I've got some friends coming over to play Pictionary (tm) tonight, how can I serve the brie without a knife?"

The thugs are so overcome by this desperate man crying over Peaches & Herb and a brie knife that they take his corkscrew, too.

This tips KK over the edge, and he falls to the floor muttering incomprehensibly about "socialism" and "muslims" and "damn Sharia Law!".

One of the thugs makes to kick him in the ass, but the other thug says "Come on, man! Haven't we ruint his life up enough for one night?"

They light out, probably to MagicFly's house to take his wrist rocket and boomerang.

At least...that's how I'm seein' it in my mind.

Fish on...

Todd