Two decent bars on Miami Beach have deer antlers as light fixtures. Inside these venues are a few people wearing Urban Outfitters tees with deer antlers silk-screened on them, and when they drive home and puke on these tees they hang them on deer antler towel racks before they pass out. When they awaken, they tear off pieces of the liner notes to Adult.'s Gimme Trouble which featured deer antlers and roll a joint. They hear a knock on their apartment doors, open up and are suddenly impaled by fucking pissed-off deer with antlers. Gasping for their last breaths, they reach for  RAZRs to call their parents, whose collective horror at the inexplicable sounds coming from the other lines are personified by the various steakhouse chains' deer antler chandeliers where they're lunching. And that concludes that.