So I'm standing on a hill with a bunch of people. I know some of them although I couldn't tell you how. There is a river down the hill and a boat launching missiles at us. Of course, none of us are dying because they're just missiles for heaven's sake. I have some kind of super power that makes it so people can throw me into things and I don't even feel it or break any bones or anything.
I somehow magically get to the boat and try to stop the people from launching missiles. I meet one of the guys that shows me his new idea for launching missiles that make it so when you shake hands with a Weimaraner either you explode or the dog does. I can't quite remember. I, of course, tell him it's terrible and that I'm not going to let it happen. He shows me then a bunch of magic tricks that he's made that could help save the world. I know I wish I had some of these. We end up in the front of the boat with his crew (I'm thinking they were pirates) and suddenly some big mercenary type guy who kind of reminds me of Death or Andre the Giant when he wore the Holocaust cloak in The Princess Bride pulls out a gun and is going to kill over half of their own people. Apparently you can bang me around, but I know I can't stop him. People are being shot down all around, but no one is running. The ones that are alive are just scared and thankful they aren't being shot. Some people just go down and some people's heads explode. I find out that he killed half the crew because the guy that was inventing the magic tricks was trying to convince my team to work with him. I'm crying and horrified of course.
Then.... tweet, tweet, pretty music. The alarm goes off.
Yup. Every night.
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