For your shot at fame?
I don't want to shoot at fame. That would be like the young lad who was wandering through the woods with his trusty hunting rifle. Then he spotted a very scantily clad young woman.
"What'cha doing, young feller?" She asked him as he stared google-eyed.
"Ah'm lookin' fer game." He answered, quite transfixed.
"I'm game ... " She responded alluringly.
So he shot her.