My pawents made that wifle.  There was an armo…

My pawents made that wifle.  There was an armowy in my hometown.  Evewyone worked there that is, until the bugs melted the pwace with the pwasma bomb.  Soldiers, civilians, famiwy’s.  Evewyone died.  I swore then, that I’d kill just as many bugs, and I’d do it with that gun.