Thinking that the Occupy protesters had finally caught up with him, G Mod almost had a heart attack. It turns out that it was just a family of deer. Slate, you Wild Child!

Well, just chalk this one up as miscommunication at its funniest. Embattled manager of MFUJ and former member of the 1%, G Mod, had a rough day recently. After getting all of his paperwork done early in order to relax with a jar of macadamias and whatever was on the tube, something went horribly askew.

The band's leather lunged singer, Slate, came into the house and locked the door, thoroughly out of breath. Brick, the normally detached guitarist and founding member of the band, was the first to notice the singer's nervous countenance.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"We're surrounded!" he yelped with an exasperated voice.

"What?!" screamed the perturbed record producer/manager as he stood up, spilling all of the half eaten macadamias from his shirt.

"No...it can't be! This was a secure location. Oh Judas Priest! Say it ain't so. SAY IT AIN'T SO!"

G Mod proceeded to clutch his chest as he fell to the floor. Brick ran to his side, reluctantly, and immediately began to put his limited medical knowledge to work. Whether or not he actually helped or in fact worsened the blow of the chest pains is still up to debate.

"How did the Occupy Protesters find us?" Brick asked Slate.

"Occupy whatnow?" replied a confused Slate. "There's a family of deer out there! Grazing the grass and stuff."

"What?" G Mod asked, still clutching his chest.

"Deer! There's like six  of them."

"You mean to say...that you barged in here, out of breath, shouted that we were surrounded...and YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT A BUNCH OF ****ING DEER?!?"

"Um, well yeah..." replied the now frightened Slate.

"One of these days...he's gonna be the death of me..." lamented the weakened G Mod, lying in a pile of cracked macadamias and broken dreams.