Go acapella, attack a fella after a pack of Stella. Then get beat up by... Stella! And left for dead in her cellar. With no cell phone to yell for help, I can only cry and yelp like a wounded puppy. Nobody hears me callin', by next week I'll be the latest story on Mr Ballen. But at least I've got this acapella to keep me from losing my mind here in the cellar, I hear it'll be a best seller.