It was a dark and stormy night. BJWIII was driving home through the ghetto looking for maxipads for his step-daughter. Alas, he was running low on fuel and stopped at a gas station in the bad part of town. The letter D came waltzing up to him. "Gimme your cash or the girl in the backseat!"
"Hmmmm," thought BJWIII. "Okay, take the girl."
"Wrong answer!" screamed the letter D before it smashed BJWIII on the head with an X and killed him Duh-ED. DED.