You, being in your room, sitting on your bed, wonder: “hey i should pay my taxes.” As you’re lost in thought, you hear a gunshot outside your room.

You look outside and.. holy shit

shelly has a berkut rifle. you look to the side and see goobs dead body

You:”NO HE WAS GONNA PAY MY TAXES”

you pull out your handy dandy trusty lucky pocket knife that you have for sum reason and get ready to take revenge for goob