A Grounded Evil Mogilny scarfices a wild turkey to the Hockey Gods

"Hey Mom, I'm going to play hockey at Waterford." An Evil Mogilny proclaims

"Herr Evil, Your not going anywhere today. I've been asking you to take out the trash all week and you haven't done it yet. I told you to DVR me gossip girl, and you've instead hooked up the VCR and have been replaying old 90210 episodes instead. And now you've been using Grandma's old car, because you broke your IROC driving over a school of geese. So its no hockey for you young man." An angry mom replies

"Mom, I have to play today. I'm going to make a live sacrifice of a goat to the Hockey Gods." Evil Mogilny whines.

"Well, those herds of goats you've been keeping in the backyard are gone. I called PETA, yesterday and told them my Evil son has been making demonic sacrifices to uphold his god Sergei Zubov. Those goats are now protected by federal law, so no more sacrificing either." Mom answers.

A frustrated Evil Mogingy begins to jump up and down and scream at the top of his lungs.
"You can't do that. I'm 32 years old and your taking away my privileges as an adult. If I want to sacrifice a goat, I should have the right to do so. This isn't fair."

"Herr Evil, your living under my house, and your going to abide by my rules. Now finish up your chocolate milk and go to your room." Mom explains

Evil Moginly takes the gulp of his 44oz milk glass, and waddles back to his room. He slams the door behind him and jumps on his blue race car bed. His cellphone begins to ring, its the Chief Editor calling to play hockey.

"Herr Evil, You coming out today to reclaim your goaltender title in net." The Chief Editor asks

"No, I can't my mom, took away my car, my goats, and my dignity as a 32 year old man." Evil Mogilny murmurs.

"What!! Damn Herr Evil you really messed up this time." Said The Chief Editor

"Yeah, I was really looking forward to make a demonic sacrifice to the hockey gods today. But my goats are gone, so its not going to happen." Evil Moginly cries.

"Why don't you sneak out of your house, and will have Gang Green come pick you up. Don't worry about the goats, we'll think of something for you to sacrifice. " The Chief Editor explains.

Evil Moginly goes along with the plan, and climbs out of his bedroom window. Gang Green is awaiting outside, and the two drive away heading to Waterford Hockey Gardens.

Gang Green is playing some mellow, depressing music. "I can't live with out you girl. I want to throw my body off a cliff. If I can't live without you girl. I'll slit my wrists and bleed for you girl"

A displeased Evil Moginly comments on the melancholy music that is being played. "What is this crap, damn do you have any better music than this. I feel like I'm going to kill myself just listening to this garbage."

"Sorry, Evil Moginy if i like music that has some melodies. I don't listen to the Satan worshiping heavy metal junk. This has some true meaning behind the lyrics. " Gang Green replies

The music keeps on playing "I'll crawl up into a cannon, and shot myself in the stars. Your my glowing inspiration girl. I cant live without your smile. Girl.....Girl.....Girl.."

Evil Moginy reaches over and turns the music off. "For the love of Satan!"

Gang Green turns the music back on. "This is my car so your going to have to listen to my music Herr Evil!"

Evil Moginy turns it back off, Gang Green not paying attention to the road, begins to fight over the radio. The two wrestle each other, in a moving car. Evil Moginly and Gang Green are grabbing each others arms, trying to take over the control of the radio

"This is my Car" Gang Green grunts

"Well get some better music" Evil replies

As the two are fighting, a loud noise is heard.

"Gobble Gobble"

Gang Green's car hits a large turkey, that has wonder away from Pope's Garden.

Evil Moginly and Gang Green run out of the car, and see a mangled turkey crawling on the asphalt.

Gang Green is shocked. He looks at the turkey and turns to Evil Moginly

"Well, Evil Moginly it looks like we found you a half dead animal to sacrifice."