Do I give people the benefit of a doubt?  Absolutely.  So when a douchey looking tank-topped Bro in a backwards baseball cap asks me, “Dude doesn’t it smell like fresh-baked bread?” I take a big whiff, and realize he’s let loose a brain-rattling protein-shake fart.  Dear God IT’S A TRAP….I instantly begin coughing and stumbling like I’m the duped hero that’s just been poisoned by the femme fatale.  Psychedelic colors merge into evil, snake-like shapes before my eyes.  “What did you just do?” I gasp.  “Why would you do that?”  My lungs are dying—withering into black, shriveled pits.  As I pass out, I open my eReader to Echo.  Magic flash.  Suddenly I feel fresh air flowing into my lungs.  I open my eyes—the beautiful Jessica Rabbit is giving me CPR.  I cough weakly and raise up, just in time to see her grab the bro in a Muay Thai clinch and throw a series of unending knees to his crotch like her legs have become pistons on a steam engine.

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