"Yeah! Yeah! And this old guy crawls out of a box wearing rags and shoes with the toes peeking out and he tries to stand but he's all hunched over and decrepit so he just drops to one knobby knee and he looks up and reaches out a gnarled, mottled fist and raises it as high as he can and says, 'The most important choice--the only real choice we can ever make--is to accept that which we deem to be true.'"
"But then Action Mike is all, 'These bullets choose your face for justice!' and fires a cloud of metal bees out of his transverse colon that descend upon the old man and when the swarm rises there is only a pile of brittle, broken bones."
PLAY THE THEME SONG!
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