MPI

everyone looks gloomy and morbid, the lights dim and for several minutes noone speaks. you find a joint in an ashtray and make the best out of this situation.

suddenly.... BOOOM!

bill nye the science guy pops up on a widescreen and starts whispering loudly and music starts playing. youve heard this song before, but its horrible. folk/electronic music blasts out of a UFO and everyone dances like its the bees knees or some shit. theres nothing you can do.

dammit, migraine.

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