"Gentlemen, rev your engines and blow up the balloons. There's going to be a party in the cafeteria with chicken wings and things," said the horseshoe pattern bald emcee as he grabbed his crotch.
Quickly, quietly the audience loathed the host with all their might wishing at once that he was naked and humiliated on stage. Their thoughts worked together tirelessly and their brain waves brandished all its weaponry to bring down this God awful person standing before them.
"There's no way out, although you already made it in," continued the host.
A crazy eyed, buzz-cut Marine reject stood up in the crowd and screamed, "That's what she said you child molesting mother fucker!" The ex-marine whipped out a pistol from his waistband and fired a single shot, exploding through the microphone in his hand before breaking through the flesh between his eyes and stream rolling through his brain out the back of his skull. It was all so impressive from 30 yards (at least) away.
The audience poured its chaos to the shooter. He found his way on their shoulders as he was carried out of the mess hall in a bum rush, celebrating their mass exorcism from the banality of it all.
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