March 29, 2006
Soon both men lay exhausted on the ground, their bodies mere patties of human hamburger. Manfred had been stapled to the forest floor by a large, penguin-shaped piece of wood through the head, while Eduardo had been rent asunder from chin to navel and was missing his skin. "Oh, we are done for," he cried. "In our madness we have killed each other, and so neither of us will wed the fair Marsha." Marsha herself began to cry. "Now I shall have no one, and will live out my life alone, possibly as an accountant." "O dearest Marsha," added Manfred.