Mark, you jokes are the primary reason for my complete and utter lack of faith in the human race. Yet paradoxically, I enjoy them in some twisted way. I can't not read them. I need them. Please kill me.
For some reason, I did picture the whole event as if it did happen for real and tried to imagine such unreal scene and I thought it was tailor made for a Tarrentino scene.
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