Igor stirs as the shrill bleatings of his wife penetrate the haze..his dull eyes fixate upon her flapping gob. Lying prone on the floor next to the overturned chair at his 'puter desk, he reaches over and feels his own pulse.
"***k me" he moans.."***k me.....I'm still alive."
Then he pulls his out a giant gun and SHOOTS HIS FARGING BRAINS OUT!!