Charlton Heston's neighbors are suing him because of a mudslide.
Unless he was holding up his arms and a staff when the mudslide happened, I'm not sure how it could be his fault. It was probably an Earthquake.
It's probably going to be very uncomfortable at the neighborhood get togethers when the dish he brings to pass is Soylent Green and he calls his neighbors "Damn dirty apes!"
And I'll bet Chuck tries to resolve the suit by blowing the hill all to hell or challenging the neighbors to a chariot race.
Never pick a fight with the former head of the NRA. He'll bust a semi-automatic cap in your ass.
(and if anyone knows wtf is up with Blogger and inserting random spacing into any post with an image, give me a yell please)