he combined all his loves by putting all his Stryper, Winger, and Whitesnake CDs into an oven while listening to Dub Buk. tragically, upon swinging around his bullet belt while yelling "YA FOOKIN' CUNTS!!!" it flew out of his hand straight into the partially opened oven, whereupon the hitherto unknown live rounds began going off, flaying his person across the kitchen.
poor bastard.