"Was that a move?" the henchman groaned, clutching his nose.
The screen cut to black just as an upbeat pop-rock song from 2014 started playing. The audience walked out feeling neither changed nor disappointed. They had been entertained exactly as much as they expected to be.
"Let’s call it a tactical stumble," Miller wheezed, adjusting his tie.
Our protagonist, Detective Miller, knew this feeling well. He lived his life at a 6.5. He didn't have a tragic backstory involving a lost family; he just had a moderately annoying ex-wife named Susan and a dog that only listened to him about 65% of the time.
Miller cornered him on the roof. The wind whipped his hair—not in a majestic way, but in a way that revealed his receding hairline.
"Was that a move?" the henchman groaned, clutching his nose.
The screen cut to black just as an upbeat pop-rock song from 2014 started playing. The audience walked out feeling neither changed nor disappointed. They had been entertained exactly as much as they expected to be.
"Let’s call it a tactical stumble," Miller wheezed, adjusting his tie.
Our protagonist, Detective Miller, knew this feeling well. He lived his life at a 6.5. He didn't have a tragic backstory involving a lost family; he just had a moderately annoying ex-wife named Susan and a dog that only listened to him about 65% of the time.
Miller cornered him on the roof. The wind whipped his hair—not in a majestic way, but in a way that revealed his receding hairline.
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