It is 1973. A conductor is preparing for a concert with his orchestra when he notices that one of the violinists is absent. He begins to grow annoyed, and the rest of the orchestra gets nervous as the conductor is notorious for having a short temper. But despite the violinist's absence, they go ahead with the concert anyway.
Twenty minutes into the concert, the violinist arrives. Incredibly frustrated at this point, the conductor walks up to him, pulls out a knife, and stabs him to death in front of a horrified audience. The police are swiftly called in and the conductor is taken to prison - and sentenced to death by electric chair.
When asked what he'd like his last meal to be, he requests one hundred bananas. Although slightly confused, the policemen go ahead and gave him a hundred bananas, all of which he eats on the spot.
The next morning, he is strapped into the electric chair. The man in charge of the chair switches it on, pushing 2,000 volts through the prisoner's body. After a few seconds, he switches it off, and is shocked (hohoho) to find that the man in the chair is still alive and practically unscathed. He runs another 2,000 volts through it, but the prisoner remains conscious.
Finally, the policemen decide to unstrap the prisoner and try again tomorrow, figuring that the chair is just faulty. They send him back to his cell and ask him if he'd like another 'last meal'. He tells them yes - he'd like two hundred bananas. Despite this odd request, the policemen oblige and send him several bags packed tightly with bananas, all of which he manages to eat in one sitting.
The next day rolls by and the prisoner is taken to the electric chair again. The man in charge of the chair decides to up the voltage, and sends 5,000 volts coursing through the prisoner's body. And once again, the prisoner is completely unscathed, save for a few burn marks on his arms and legs. Frustrated, the man at the control panel orders the policemen to send him back to his cell and take down what he'd like his third last meal to be. And yet again, the prisoner requests a large sum of bananas. Five hundred of them. The policemen go out to buy five hundred bananas and bring them back to his cell, where he spends all night devouring every last one of them.
Once again, as the next morning rolls by, the prisoner is taken out of his cell and strapped into the electric chair. The control room is filled with police officers, engineers, scientists and electricians, all of whom are curious to see if the prisoner can survive having 10,000 volts shot through his body. As the chair is switched on, the room is promptly filled with smoke. The chair gives off a blinding light. All the lights throughout the entire prison flicker and go out. Entire sectors of the prison lose all power. Fire alarms go off, and the ceiling-mounted sprinklers spray water everywhere.
The man at the control panel keeps the chair on for a solid thirty seconds before finally shutting it off. And when the smoke clears, and the lights come back on, everybody is completely and utterly baffled - the prisoner is still alive! The man at the control panel gets up and storms into the room with the prisoner and angrily demands what his deal is.
"Sorry sir," says the prisoner. "I'm a bad conductor."
