DCUP, I'm barely hanging on.....the rat poison fucked me up pretty bad, but I was able to swallow about 1000 tabs of dbols just as the DEA broke through my door with the battering ram. Problem was, those fuckers stomped on my cat as they ran up the stairs after me. I barely had enough time to hit the "self destruct" key on my computer's keyboard before I ran into the bathroom........I hid in the bathtub, armed with only a couple of M16 machines guns, a few grenades and my Bill Philips "Body for Life" book. Then, somebody who looked like the reincarnated Darth Vadar kicked through my bathroom door. I was able to fight him off by throwing a hand grenade at his throat, but then the other 10 DEA agents got a hold of me and anally violated me with my toilet plunger.....Christ, I wish I had some Preperation-H. Anyway, after they took turns stomping on me, they allowed me to go outside and bury my cat. How sweet of them.