Reluctantly Donald walks onto the stage to receive your award from the tuxedo-clad angel who is acting as compere. The crowd, forced to suffer millenia of agonisingly dull acceptance speeches, suddenly sit up to attention as Donald snaps off the head of the statue (which looks like an Oscar with wings) and tosses it over his shoulder. Even the cobweb-covered neanderthals, whose moment of glory came and went a million years ago, cannot help but laugh as Donald produces an oversized pair of scissors and snips off the compere's tie. And the whole auditorium is roars with laughter when the compere bends down to pick up his tie and Donald snips off the tails of his coat. Purple faced with rage, the angel turns around to find that Donald has borrowed his harp, and is peacably playing away as innocently as a new-born lamb.
But the proceedings are interrupted when a gigantic hand descends from the upper reaches of heaven and plucks you and Donald from your seats. Standing on the palm of this gigantic hand, you drop to your knees and beg forgiveness. But it's too late for that - Donald, who hasn't been to the lavatory for 100 years, suddenly decides that this would be an appropriate time and place to relieve himself.
You are banished forever to the bowels of HELL! (or at least that's what you think...)