You go to your boss's office. You're feeling very powerful right now. You pull out the six-shooter, and before your boss can even tell you that you were going to get a promotion, you shoot him 6 times, emptying your gun. Like a true psycho, you keep clicking the trigger. Eventually, you're tried and convicted of second-degree murder. While in jail, your wife bakes you a cake with a key in it. A good idea, you think, but poorly executed: the key was also made out of cake, so you accidently ate it. You write her a letter telling her this, and on the way to deliver it, you slip on some poop on the ground and crack your skull open. You're dead -- you lose.

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