As the strain sets in, Peter Cooper develops his own elitist Masonic movement, initiating a bizarre and complicated bonding ritual involving fifteen sacks of the Brussels Sprouts he detests so much and a naked flame. During the ensuing chaos only Paul Morgan survives unscathed as various testicle experts are rushed to the scene of the carnage. 
"Better to light one fart than curse the darkness" - S.L. serial self immolator.
