| In an attempt to get even at the hooligans who have been harassing you earlier, you devise an ingenious plan to poison the booze supply. Overly excited by your scheme you accidently grab a jar of steroids instead of the rat feces which you planned to contaminate the hootch with. Oblivious of your fatal error you hang about the local tavern to watch the beauty of your masterplan unfold. Unfortunatly for you the steroids cause the swashbucklers to enter a fit of RAGE! Being the only one not on a rampage, they single you out and pulverise you and naturally steal your money.