Break out the drones, this guy just won't go down. Humiliate him, get his money, call him ugly, sic the agents on him, dish out the dirt, pop a cap through him, he's in Milwaukee the next day. What we have here is a failure to appreciate. The final 20% of his life is gonna be exhausting, but you never know. No one knows.
The other team just keeps it coming, mush cycle after mush cycle. The tater tots are getting crispy. The emotions in that locker room are whacked. Some are distraught over the unsuccessful assassination, the unsuccessful assassin's family needs support, too. They say.
What's so sad about peace, love, and understanding? Peace, that feeling of stillness. Love, that welling up inside. Understanding, caring a bit less. The fun has just begun, the rest of your life awaits.