As your life flashes in front of you, you see the titanic sneaker lower on to you, your life grounded into oblivion. Zell then places both hands on the counter, "Do you have any Hot Dogs left!?" in which the cafeteria lady responds, "Nope, sorry. Fresh out!" to which he frowns disappointed only to see that he squashed some kind of bug under his shoe, "Well isn't this great!? First no Hot Dogs, now a bug under my shoe! Can this day get any worse!?" as he reaches for a napkin from the napkin dispenser and wipes your remains off of his sneaker and off of the floor, throwing your splattered corpse in the trash and going about the rest of his day.
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