Al and I were demonstrating the new rail gun we sold to the military. Some General said "I wonder what would happen if you shot it into the sun?" I said, "What are you, an overgrown eight year old? Nothing would happen, it's the Sun."
He then spouted off, "Oh yeah? I dare you to shoot it into the sun!" I told him to sit down and pipe down. Then he threw out a double dog dare and Al turned red. I said, "Scrambled eggs, you don't know who and what your playing with." Damned if he didn't throw out the dreaded triple dog dare.
Al went off. I can't repeat all of what Fansome said here due to the woman and children that read these forums, but it ended with "Cap'n Ron, aim the gun at the Sun and prepare to fire." The Al roared out "Fire!" The gun went off with such force it temporarily sank Wallops Island due to the recoil. We immediately got a report from NASA observers that the sun looked like a glazed donut.
Now, I don't want anyone to worry, the Sun is nothing but a ball of flaming gas. It will be fine in a few days. The real moral of this story is, never mess with the gang from FANCO.