Evel Kn'awful could jump in and out of a whirling tornado with hot candle dripping onto his highway danger zones without a drop of sweat even thinking about forming across his brow. But on his own two feet, Evel could hardly navigate a crack in the pavement without engaging in a series of broken bones and pratfalls so ridiculous it would make Chevy Chase cringe with embarrassment.
We've all heard the excuse that guns don't really kill people- people just use them to kill other people. Some say you should be able to own as many guns as you want without any hold-up or hassle. But what happens when the guns themselves take matters into their own hand grips and start going on a killing spree without the need for a person's itchy trigger finger?