Shivering under the table, Cripsy heard the million footsteps stop outside the door to the room he was in. The door burst open and thousands upon thousands of rabid teenage girls wearing 'I heart Crispy' T-shirts ran in. Crispy turned white in terror, this had always been his worst nightmare in the history of worst nightmares ever. One of them ran up and squealed "Oh crispy I love you soooo much like you just have to like marry me, like or I'll like die of something!!" she implored. The other girls attacked her in a vicious attack of frenzy and attacking. She was no more in merely seconds!

Crispy just crouched there snugly under the table, his fruity hat askew, and a look of morbid fasciantion on his face at the spectacle before him. He laughed slightly, if not a little nervously. Then one of the girls got a bomb and attached it to all the rest of the girls, because it was a rather large bomb. In girlish panic, all the girls jumped out of a window in a melodramatic manner and were blown to smithereens, leaving only Crispin and the bomb girl alive. What a bizarre twist of events, thought Crispy, as he reminisced about his run-in with old Uncle Manfred, who was quite quite mad, at the supermarket. The bomb girl was quite fetching, in a manic man-eater kind of way.

"Muahahaha!" She laughed like a stereotypical evil person. "Now tis only you and I! My e-vile plan succeeded! Out from under the table!" she ordered. Overcome with terror and unable to control his own movements, Crispy clambered from under the table like a marionette with several strings missing. On wobbly knees he stood before her, speechless except for a quiet sound of slight, and nervous, laughter. She laughed slightly at this and smirked. "Now, Crispy Glover!! Muahaha! Erm....Now....uuuh....hmmm... I seem to have forgotten the diabolical part of my plan...." Taking the girl's indecision to advantage, life surged into Crispy's legs in a last-ditch effort for survival and catapulted him over the girls head, onto the floor beyond, with a triple-twist somersault for added effect. He landed on the floor by the door with a thunderous crack of splitting floorboards, but was unable to reach it due to the fact he had broken right through.

"Woe is me that Crispy has gone. I thought what we had was special," she sobbed, the melodrama of it all becoming too much for her fan-girlish heart. "I shall take my own life that Crispy does not love me!"

As crispy plummeted to his possible doom, he heard the girl's words, and for a moment he mused what life would be like alongside a girl with a bomb fetish and an unnatural love of a man who wore checked tutus. His thoughts were shortlived however, as the dining room table had decided to say hello in the only way dining room tables can when confronted by a plummeting fellow.

The girl jumped after Crispy, risking her life in a rather silly attempt at saving him. Unfortunately, she had forgotten about the grenade in her pocket and by a series of unlucky events the pin got caught on a hook and thus the grenade exploded.

Crispy came to via a loud explosion above him. Looking up with glazed eyes out of the splintered wreckage about him, he wondered why there was a red rainstorm in the house, and even more importantly, how his bottle managed to remain unbroken. He laughed slightly. He always was an odd guy.

And so it was the Crispy took his conveniently unbroken bottle and left the house with absolutely no idea why he went into it in the first place. He stood on the porch momentarily, reflecting on the night's events, he was atill a little dazed. He looked about. Now, who was this bottle for? he thought. He laughed slightly, shrugged, and wandered away, back into the night.