The shotgun has it coming, he shouldn't grow such a large snout.  I have no choice but to saw it off, he is more useful that way.  It's a fairly common and entirely safe procedure.  I assure you.  Only after surgery can he hit all four appendages of a homosapien at once.   Things are better this way.  Blood squirts out of all the tiny little wholes like a multi-faceted fountain.  A fountain of water that god himself turned to wine.  Only in this case the wine is blood.  And the fountain isn't so much ceramic or steel, as it is fleshy and biodegradable.  You hurt nature when throwing trash on it, litter.  You pave roads, erect buildings, and never think twice.  You ignorant asshole.   Those aren't biodegradable! I twist, and turn, and see them all around, around in circles I go.  Destroying them would make them inoperable, but not gone. Then they would turn to waste and things would be built anew.  More things, innumerable things, things, things.
Get up off the ground, the red water doesn't have anywhere to go, no pipe leading back inside to come out again.  It's not cyclical, it's a one way street for the wine. The wino had it coming, wasting his life away on the wine.  Drugs and alcohol all too common, in commonplace they don't shine.  I walk away before my shoes are tainted red, so my footsteps can't spread the plague. God sent plagues to earth to teach us a lesson, we haven't learned.  
My car is immune to the shotgun.  Shoot shoot all you like, dents but no blood. Her roar stays loud. She's a convertible, I jump in, she receives me well. My foot presses one of its appendages down south.  She must be excited because she roars real loud. I shift another appendage and she just cannot contain her excitement, she surges forward at the speed of light. Guzzling the sweet, sweet petrol that makes her run. The black gold that men die for so my pretty beast can run.
Run she does, far far far away. She doesn't complain. Off to Vegas to elope, and run. The swine don't have our tail, clean getaway they say. Forever a mystery to all men.  Off to teach the lords good lesson again, and again, and again.