So, you have all heard them.
the chipmunk songs during christmas.
those hateful, evil, annoying, brain draining, concentration destroying excuses for music.

so have I, children, so have I.

One day, a Jogauni, a dragon, and a coyote went to the range, with an Alvin the Chipmunk pinata in a hope to recreate the feelings we had for this particular song.

We planted the pinata downrange, and installed a few ounces of a choice, exothermic substance.

Within seconds, sentence was passed, and we opened fire. Bullets preforated the chipmunk, and a device activated, turning Alvins head into a cloud of shredded newspaper.

And set him on fire, as well.