and...that's a guy. I guess fags like sitting in a cancer death field, being run by demonAI, and having audio/video of everything they do and say. Then the doors lock. Then the smoke rises. Or, the death box is put on railroad tracks and then bricks itself, as the passengers scream for a new snuff flick of a speeding freight train barrels down on them, unable to stop.
You are terminated for wrong think.
You are terminated because it's Tuesday, and the demons want some new snuff flicks for the elite to jack off to.
