Let me tell you a little story.

There once was a little girl. Let's call her.... oh, I don't know. Sally. Yes, that works.
So this little girl, Sally, went to school every day and was an excellent student. Straight As, perfect attendence and everything.  Oh, she was a great little pupil. And her life outside school was just as fine. Her father earned a fortune designing commercial airplanes. Her mother was the chairperson of the neighborhood comittee and a well-respected member of their little suburban community.

One fatefull day, Sally was just sitting down for her luncheon meal at school. Her food was packed neatly and properly and she found it to be delicious. She was just nibbling on a delectable gourmet sandwich when she reached for her drink within the bag.

But then it happened. It was a low growl at first, but it slowly rose in both pitch and intensity. The noise soon filled the lunchroom within a matter of seconds. Sally's freind, who sat next to her suddenly realized what had happened. The grape fruit juice Sally ussually drank every day was tucked UNDER the potato chips.
She gasped with sudden horror as Sally's indescribable scream erupted into a firey explosion, killing everyone within twenety yards of the girl instantly and injuring countless others.

All who remember that day refuse to talk about it, merely shaking their heads before wiping a tear from their eyes.

The end. Wasn't that just grand?