[Mr. Oysterhead]

I don't want creme. I don't really want cream either. And what if, before you shoot me, dig a hole under the wire pen and start eating your throat at night? or run away only to come back and exact my vengeance in an undisclosed amount of time? or a large group of hippies who've recently lost their drug supply happen to see you shooting me and attack with flaming torches and energy-efficient vehicles. It's very hard to shoot someone who's driving a car at you. Even if you make them dead they can still keep going. Or what if there's a small case of divine intervention? or gun control?