Susie was looking at her favorite website when Jimmy McNuffins threw a molotov cocktail that was somehow also filled with shit through her window. The bottle broke and now her house was on fire and also smelled like burning shit. Susie got up and called 9-1-1 and walked outside and waited for the firemen to come. She wasn't perturbed by the incident. Not really. She was used to it by now. But she couldn't stop thinking about what she had read right before the shit-filled molotov cocktail broke her window. She stood there muttering to herself. "Why would Brad...why would he be eating...?"