Hello, Mr. Zebra. Prepare to die.
This man has been waiting many, many years to see you meet your grim fate. He is excited to see you come to your wretched end, Mr. Zebra.
See how this man is dancing a jig while he strings up Mr. Zebra? Oh, the joy!!
How's the view from up there, Mr. Zebra? Any last words? Perhaps a scream of terror before we release the beasts? No? Okay, then Mr. Zebra. You will now experience a bit of the pain you have inflicted on so many others in your career.
Yes, we are teaching our children to follow in a grand Easter tradition of beating an effigy senseless. Because nothing says "Happy Easter" like a dead Mr. Zebra.
The fatal blow.
And now the 
Mr. Zebra seems surprised--or possibly horrified-- at his fate.
Oh dear. Mr. Zebra seems to have gone and lost his head. 
You died too soon, Mr. Zebra. This man's vengeance was not satisfied. Now you must suffer more.
I am fairly certain there are laws against mutilation of the dead. But I am also pretty sure that they don't apply to the likes of you, Mr. Zebra.
Now your tattered remains serve as a warning to all the other Zebras out there lest they blow their whistles and hand out foolish decisions. They do so at their own peril. Your fate could be theirs.Comments are still broken, but my web guy is working on it. You can contact my email if you wish.
