You have grown up hating and fearing Ugla-Man as all good children should. So you catch a ride to Uglavaria to attend Ugla-Fest the yearly festival in honor of the nation's brutal Dictator. You are checked in detail, including body cavity search as all incoming Americans are subjected to but you are considered no threat and sent on your way. You buy some Vrosh but its a prop. You don't drink booze for its a sin. Every year excepting war times, Ugla-Man appears in a military march at the height of the revelry. You wait ready to breath molten dice onto him. Even if you die your name will live on as legend. Here he comes! In a big armored truck full of waving chickens. Tanks and foot soldiers marching with killbots. You inhale as much wind as your lungs can hold and you blast out a molten white hot rainbow of liquid acrylic. Ugla-Man along with the truck and forty chickens are engulfed. He fires back and you are scortched black before You hit the ground dead. But so is Ugla-Man. Melted into a bubbling gray mass that gives off a toxic smoke that kills eighteen more chickens.
God scoops You up into his gentle loving hands and lifts you to heaven where you hang with Jesus. You even get to meet the Holy Ghost. This is a privilege only one in a billion are granted. You Win Win Win