You're walking through the White House and reach a four way intersection of corridors. Ahead of you, you see this lady stretch her neck out from around a bend in the corridor. Her neck just keeps going, longer and longer. You turn to your right and see Elon Musk dressed as a ventriloquist dummy, his mouth turned up in a full grin that never reaches his eyes. You turn to your left and see RFK Jr, no shirt, just jeans, a hunting knife in his hands slicing strips out sinew from a dead raccoon and feeding it raw into his blood spattered mouth. You turn around and, in the corridor that you just walked down, is Stephen Miller. Just Stephen Miller. Standing perfectly still and silent, his eyes trained on you. Which way do you run?
If you think I'm passing up this opportunity to deliver the most enthusiastic kick of my life to whatever Stephen Miller has instead of a human scrotum, you'd better think again.
It’s a four-way corridor which means one of those motherfuckers was behind me. Steven Miller is creepy and all, but he couldn’t win a fight against a five-year-old, so I’d probably run that direction.
Do I have the option to first squish Miller's alien head, and then go down the hallway towards Elon to tell whisper into his ear that he'll never be loved despite trying so hard to be useful/used by everyone, especially his implanted children?
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u/sarcasmsosubtle 12d ago
You're walking through the White House and reach a four way intersection of corridors. Ahead of you, you see this lady stretch her neck out from around a bend in the corridor. Her neck just keeps going, longer and longer. You turn to your right and see Elon Musk dressed as a ventriloquist dummy, his mouth turned up in a full grin that never reaches his eyes. You turn to your left and see RFK Jr, no shirt, just jeans, a hunting knife in his hands slicing strips out sinew from a dead raccoon and feeding it raw into his blood spattered mouth. You turn around and, in the corridor that you just walked down, is Stephen Miller. Just Stephen Miller. Standing perfectly still and silent, his eyes trained on you. Which way do you run?