Little did everyone know, O’keffle identified as a M16A2 rifle. O’keefle was so triggered that the bullets came flying out.
Meanwhile, Greg Boyd had just finished buttering his toast when he looked outside his circular kitchen window. The snow had not yet started to fall even though November was a few weeks away. Snow was common in October and Greg couldn’t help but wonder if the lack of snow was from global warming. Greg went back to his toast. The toast was charred on one side, yet soft enough to soak up the yoke from the sunny side up eggs. Greg decided it would be a good day. He had to go to work, but later that night he was meeting James and Phil to go to the pub and football match.
Before Greg was able to finish his toast, he heard a knock on the door. Instinctively he started to ask Carla to get the door before he remembered that she left him two weeks ago. James had the idea to go to the game to get his mind off of her and Greg accepted.
Another knock, this time louder and more frantic. Greg decided to open the door. Standing before him was Baruch who was holding a alpaca filled with bullet holes. Instantly Greg understood what he had to do. He had to find O’keefle and get revenge.