G: Haha apparentlyyy you're not supposed to "handle" my frog.
M: I don't understand why God made pets we can't "handle". I love "handling" my pets. We all do. Am I a bad person for wanting to "handle" every now and again? *presidential debate tone (i don't really know what that tone means :/)*
G: I hear you loud and clear! We WILL "handle"...so sue us *same mysterious presidential tone..i get it*
M: "Today, we will stand strong. Today, we will stand united. And today, WE. WILL. HANDLE." *i look out into the distance as a waving american flag fades in behind me and applause*
G: *(girl in audience) single tear falls down face as she embraces those words and whispers to herself* "I will handle. My god I'll handle." *makes eye contact with you and mouths "thank you" compassionately*
M: *camera changes to a door that says "president's dressing room". door opens and the girl scurries out, buttoning up her shirt and wiping her mouth. camera scans into the room where i lie on my bed satisfied* "God, I love my country.." *national anthem fades in as scene darkens to black. 'the end' is written across screen in cursive, like they do at the end of old black and white movies*
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