Then you take the shotgun and .45 and commense unloading on the
previously funky catz whose lives mean nothing at all to you, but your
main target is the king of rock Jimmy Hendrix.
As soon as you run out the door of the shack o love you realise that
you are the one and only holy Shaft, Jon Shaft. You reach into your
coat and pull out a colt .45 and an automatic shotgun. You run around
to the back door kick it in and quote "All right you funky catz
put your head beetween you knees and kiss your a... well you get the
picture."