You have a hammock way up in the trees. You spend hours there, feeling the cool fresh wind drag across your naked skin. You bring a six pack and a fish sandwich. Today your nap is broken by the sound of three Moloch rednecks out hunting in the woods. These assholes are always illegally hunting in the Crump woods. Rare animals including the Ebony hoot owl live only here so any hunting here is against the law. Even werewolves are protected from hunters here. These loud obnoxious pricks! You grab a unopened beer can. You take careful aim and pitch the can down. It slams into the back of the last redneck in line. He falls amongst the burst of beer spray. The others don't notice because they are hollering dirty rap sounds so loud. Dude is out cold, maybe he's dead. You watch the asshole lie there motionless and enjoy you free and timeless afternoon. The others either still don't know he's gone or they are looking for him else where. Its been a couple hours.