Those damned american tourists think they own everything when they come to visit our country. Robert Feckler was one of those arrogant american college tourists who show up here on Spring Break thinking they were in charge because they had some money to spend.
Spending most of his nights clubbing and most of his morning puking was his standard of "living it out". He didn't give a crap about our customs and laws. His daddy was a lawyer who could (and indeed did) get him out of any mess. He had been here last year, drugged and raped two girls and a simple bribe to the police chief and away he went.
Good ole Bobbie never expected the welcome he received. He got off the boat at the dock with a group of his american buddies. The haughty punk smirked at every hateful stare from the locals. After a few hours of he was checked in to his hotel and he and his buddies headed to the fountain in the central plaza of the town.
The young prick stood up on the fountain and boastfully announced to the town that he was here and how their girls were all gonna fall for him.
Needless to say, the locals didn't take that very well. they began launching arrows at him, nailing him in his chest and abs. The young stud didn't know what hit him. He merely stood with his arms stretched out. Blood trickled slowly from each wound and his young body fell backwards into the waters of the fountain.
Looks like the girls would be safe for this season.
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