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BAD END=DEAD END
You find yourself in a room like this.
It's a simple theater room with a giant colorful couch for everyone to sit or lie on if they so choose, and on the screen, you'll find a screen with twenty clones of a single, sexy assistant holding boxes, each box being labelled 01-20.
Also by sexy, I mean she's wearing stained sweatpants, crocs that are like 10 years old, and then this shirt. She looks grumpy and put-out, almost like she doesn't wanna be here.
There's also a remote that has the numbers 01-20 for you to press, and also buttons "DEAL" and "NO DEAL".
Oh yeah, and popcorn and soda!
It's a simple theater room with a giant colorful couch for everyone to sit or lie on if they so choose, and on the screen, you'll find a screen with twenty clones of a single, sexy assistant holding boxes, each box being labelled 01-20.
Also by sexy, I mean she's wearing stained sweatpants, crocs that are like 10 years old, and then this shirt. She looks grumpy and put-out, almost like she doesn't wanna be here.
There's also a remote that has the numbers 01-20 for you to press, and also buttons "DEAL" and "NO DEAL".
Oh yeah, and popcorn and soda!
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Why is that even a deal.
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But...
I don't think this is a "the devil you know" situation.
Re: Discussion
That's definitely true. Admittedly, I can deal with quite a bit as long as it doesn't change anything about the way I think, but parasites sounds bad.
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