You do your best to ignore the sharp blows of pain continually being received in your abdominal area.

    In fact, you're almost able to fall back asleep, but then Poppy's lit pipe accidentally drops from his mouth right onto you.

    It burns a hole through your t-shirt, and you get a fifth degree burn on your left nipple.

    "Yeeeeooow!" you scream.

    "Hey!" shouts Poppy.  "You stole my goddamn pipe!"

    He goes to fetch his hoe.


    Run!

    Get in a swan kick pose, Ralph Macchio-style.

    Burrow down into the mulch.