The lights flutter’d like lights in a Spencer’s Gift Store but this time the poop was real and it was hitting the fan, Big Time. Bobby reNiro kerchiefed the splitter-splatterd blood from his sunglass’s; he stood tall like Mount Rushmor. “Whoa is me” he whoa’d. Things were getting quizling, and fast.
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