I'd take consenting just over 18 high school girls, tie them naked on cylindrical stone pillars, tickle them, put clothing pins on the nips and mines, and run around in circles with an ak, dressed in drag, face painted like Mona Lisa... chanting "leprechauns give good head, I think of love life and the dead, ..." My side kick will be a down syndrome kid that can't stop chanting..."god is made of puddy, god is made of puddy " I like to rub that little kids head. Good fellow! Periodically, Pointing at a crevice in the wall and shrieking with horryfiying laughter every so often. . Then I stand still, and slit my throat at sunrise ... while they sweat and roaches crawl up they legs. god is made of puddy.... [spoiler]they never made it, a whole new world, Circle of life, and let it go will be playing on a two channel transistor radio when authorities arrive at the scene[/spoiler]