What do you call a homeless cannibal with a frying pan and short-term memory loss? Scotty. That's what. One lovely day in the ghetto during a pretend tea party with stuffed animals, Scotty finds a shotgun. The rest, as they say, is history. ** THIS IS A HORRIBLY VIOLENT AND TASTELESS WORK OF ABSURDIST FICTION. IF YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS, THERE'S A 78.219% CHANCE YOU'LL FIND IT HERE. STOP READING. GO COOK FOR YOUR MOTHER. ***