Continue to disobey my leadership i will have you incarcerated, stripped of all belongings including genitalia. You will have surgery to redirect the trajectory of urine from your bladder to your anal cavity. Whilst in captivity, a team of special forces will monitor you 24 hours a day, for a 10 days, during this period your dismembered erect penis will be moulded into a replica which will be used to stimulate Sidney Cooke's fundament. If this fails to gratify Cooke's strong sexual needs you will be subject to a horrifying annihilation conducted by carnivorous scorpions, leading to ultimate death, involuntary ejaculation through a diverted path to your nipples and a feces pat the size of a mandrill. The remaining flesh and organs will be served for evening dinner at the luxury Burj Al Arab hotel in Dubai to descendants of John D. Rockefeller and shareholders/directors of Exxon Mobil Corporation. Failing to satisfy their feasty appetites will have repercusions, unfortunately. Your demise will result in the unfortunate demise of others, some of them innocent, however all for a good cause and pre-emptive measures are always the solution to a better liberated world, free of ruthless entities. What exactly is this demise? Total Armageddon, individual cases of adversity will not suffice i'm afraid, as your bones begin to decay a destructive nuclear weapon named Ass Fister with 600 kg of uranium-235 will be deployed from a Boeing F-22 Raptor from a height of 800 metres above the city of Dundee, with The Doghouse being at the epicentre. It will create a blast equivalent to about 130 kilotons of TNT, 10 times the power of Hiroshima, resulting in 10 miles of total destruction and carnage. With resulting fires across 44 square miles, creating hardship and suffering all over the region, destroying the economy, creating a repair bill big enough to make Warren Buffett shit himself through his 77 year old sphincter. Insurance companies will face bankruptcy causing unemployment to soar, NHS waiting lists will rocket as hospitals reluctantly take in more casualties than are accustomed to, environmentalist groups will pray and pray, but the radiation caused by the blast will make Scotland the worlds biggest power plant, making it the most loathed place on Earth, and yet there are further conditions. If the blast fails to perish any of the four members of Fife band Sergeant, each one will be hunted down with help from brilliant psychiatrist and cannibalistic serial killer, Hannibal Lector, making their fate inevitable, however, Lector will want a slice of Sergeant for dinner in return for his help. There is still a get out clause for all but doomed Sergeant, here it is: Lead singer must sing Luciano Pavarotti number note perfect, Guitarist must put John Petrucci to shame, Bassist must outplay John Myung and drummer must perform a perfect rendition of John Bonham's Moby Dick drum solo, if these are met then we will allow Dr Lector one carcass for dinner, the ugliest member. If on the otherhand these obstacles are not exceeded, all hell will break loose, now if your an epileptic or have mental illness stop reading now. Before Dr Lector can have his much deserved meal, their orifices are allowed to be used for sexually frustrated paedophiles as they will all have HIV and passing it on to the doomed Sergeant won't have any significance as they're destined for Dr Lectors eager stomach. Members of Sergeant will be subjected to rigorous penetrative anal thrusting from Sidney Cooke, Robert Black, Ian Huntley and Pete Townshend. The latter will then insert his Rickenbacker 330 up each of their recti causing intense agony as he thrusts in and out carving their anal walls to pieces with the machine heads. After their anus's have been irreperably scarred the 4 paedo's then reach an orgasmic climax, probably the best they've ever had. After jizzing on Sergeant, Pete Townshend then feels the need to do a shite, so he squats himself on top of the lead singer and releases his sphincter muscles, spraying fresh diarrhea onto his face This is thankfully the final curtain for the paedo's as they're taken away to let Dr Lector in to fill his appetite for destruction, ironically choking down each tasty member of Sergeant to the tune of Sweet Child O'Mine. Dr Lector is grateful for his tasty meal along with a hint of reggae sauce. Since Dr Lector is never turned away by human flesh there will be no further devastation, however, he'll continue to kill insanely.