As none of you know, altr not too long ago moved out to the exciting state of awesome. He had high hopes of achieving greatness in the sullen plains of Iowa. Little did he know, that all of those dreams would be shattered with one swift movement from a combine auger.
So there we were, minding our own business on my farm. When suddenly, from out of nowhere, we walked towards my combine! The big green beast was rumbling next to my rusty old machine shed. Altr was curious as to what this machine was. I explained to him, that my humble machine was used to harvest the great phallic corn crops of Iowa. His face twisted with curiosity as he made his way onto the rumbling beast.
I yelled at him to be careful, but the bumbling buffoon would not be swayed. He then thrust his hand into the sharped pointy death which is auger that is used to run the corn into the storage bin on top of the beast. He let out a howl of pain, as his hand was shredded into tiny pieces. Blood ran through the machine, which now fueled it's lust for pain.
altr's hand is no more, so rejoice! No longer will his stubby little manhood be put to use in such a sinful way.