There once was a conductor of a youth orchestra. He had trouble controlling his temper sometimes and would lash out violently. One day while in rehearsal, the first violin player was just playing out of turn for no reason. The conductor got so angry he kicked the violin player so hard that he died. The conductor was convicted and sentenced to death.

For his last meal the conductor ordered a dozen bananas. The guard was a bit purplexed, but hey, it's his last meal... The conductor ate the bananas and went on his way to the chair. They turned on the juice and let him fry, but the conductor lived. In this particular place, if you live through execution, you are set free.

So the conductor went back to what he does best - conducting. Although, he still had violence issues. On another fateful day, the last chair flutist just couldn't play, and he got fed up and threw a music stand at her and killed her. moving forward to death row, he had the same prison guard look after his last meal. Again, he ordered 12 bananas. The guard was really puzzled, but filled the order. Not only that, but the conductor lived through another electric chair!

For a third time the conductor was back on the podium when a snare drummer was just being loud. The conductor threw his baton at the poor drummer and she fell, dead, with a baton in her eye. The conductor found himself, once again, in that small cell, ordering his dozen bananas. This time the guard couldn't take it anymore.

"I've given you three last meals. Each time you order 12 bananas. I have also never seen anyone live through the electric chair. Do the bananas help that?" asked the guard.

The conductor looked up from his seventh banana and replied, "no, I just really like bananas."

The guard was shocked. "Then how in the hell do you keep living through the electric chair!?"

"because I'm a bad conductor."