Squirm promptly removes his [Grasscutter] and proceeds to prowl about the room in a fashion not dissimilar from that of Brad Garrett were he trying to hold a pen between his buttcheeks.
Upon realization that few were intimidated by his virtual weaponry, squirm transforms into a Psychlo from "Battlefield Earth". The resulting terror it instilled in those with weak constitutions was enough to fill the room with vomit, causing squirm (in psychlo form mind you) to fashion a life raft from unsold "Joe Dirt" dvds and Sarah Jessica Parker's face wart.
"Blast, a storm!", Squirm thought, as a storm stormed its way towards a turbulent (perhaps stormy) sea of vomit. The storm tore the raft asunder....
*dawn breaks*
Squirm awoke on a small island off the coast of Summerset Isle. Alone, stranded, and with no source of entertainment aside from a functional playstation and a copy of "Jersey Devil", Squirm promptly stangled himself with a rope carved from rolling to the bottom of a gully, he was raised by various rodents