If this is a suicide mission and you have explosives strapped on

Motely stumbles tiredly over to the couch and lays there with his eyes closed, "Impress me", he says, almost back asleep already, you start playing the guitar vigorously even though you don't know any cords, you break the little string in your excitement. "You fucking suck, get out, don't ever come back", Motts tell you, as you get up and pull the cord that releases a ear damaging blast. You fly apart with a hail of fire and chemical explosive reaction, Motley is somehow unharmed, excepting mild burns on his face and arms, and the loss of nearly all his musical instruments. The banjo is o k and he has an cheasy old 1980's casio keyboard in the other room, all else is gone. You of course, are dead.

The End