Your alarm goes off at 8:00am waking you from your deep slumber.
Your hungover and go to chug that drink you couldn’t finish last night of sweet 30 year old Cognac in the hopes that the Dr. Pepper it was combined with still has enough carbonation in it to not taste like total ass.
"MMMM that was good" you say, smacking your lips.
As you put down the glass you notice something that makes you want to scream in disgust:
A thousand dead Ants. Floating at the top of the sugary alcoholic death drink they thought to be food. Those poor souls.
Now realizing that your insides are coated with Ant corpses you immediately chug a gallon of gasoline and throw a match down your throat. Like a mother-fucking dragon you spew out fire and charred Ant carcases, knowing that you are now safe.