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Your last moments on this earth foretold, Johnny boy:
You have been convicted of treason by a US military tribunal.
You have been sentenced to death.
You are allowed a Muslim prayer rug in your cell.
To pray to your false god Allah.
(Like Baal, Allah is deaf and he doesn't hear you, John. Bummer.)
It is now time.
Military police arrive to escort you.
(They wipe their muddy boots on your rug.)
They march you to a special chair surround by sandbags and they strap you in. Nice and tight.
A military officers reads the verdict against you.
A Muslim cleric spews forth gibberish from the Koran.
Then everyone clears away.
In a confusing jumble of thoughts, you contemplate your life and the choices you made.
You wince in fear as…
BOOM!
[Blackness.]