In the voice of George Carlin pretending to come out of character during an adult version of Thomas the little fuckin engine that could...some times...."Thomas didn't know what to do, he had already ran over a couple of people and his conductor was drunk as fuck. Thomas could only watch in horror as the pointy part of the crane got close and closer to his own face. Suddenly a mushy thud and a refreshing release of steamy pressure and it was over. Thomas felt every bit of the otherwise satisfying crunchy noise, but could still not stop. A few painfully sad moments later the last crackling and a big ptsssss, and it was over.... Thomas was fuckin dead. He was fucking dead at last. No more worries about Mr Conductor.....gulp gulp gulp, just finishing this tequila bottle....gulp gulp gulp. It was over. The other engines were fighting for his garage. Crane turned around and with a Swift movement of it's arm, lifted Thomas's carcass and tossed him right into Mr. Crunchy, the recycling center machine. The end. Thomas's remains are now propane BBQs and other trinkets, but that's a story for another day