(A dark moonless night, your walking down a street corner, about to catch a bus home. However, a man with his face covered, comes up behind you, and whispers these words.) How many does it take, to satisfy you....? I wish I had a lady to love me. And you squander your chance at love. (His voice then turn into a scream.) YOUR MAMA MUST BE ASHAMED OF YOU! (He grasped what looked like the wooden spoon, your mother would let you taste cake batter off of, when you're little. However you didn't remember the other end being that sharp.) Your bodycount, from this point.....it was how much....? SAY IT NOW!