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How could you leave out the most sacrosanct requirements? Your communism makes you weak! You must also pray for the press box to collapse, pancake-style, and descend upon the drunks below with sufficient slowness that they realize they are dead, but quickly enough that cannot flee their date with the dirt nap.
You must pray for the frat-boy section to collapse, Israeli-wedding-style, crushing all those punks into a thick goop of hair, teeth, and eyeballs, and sparing society from the many future boosters that will doubtless ascend from their days of boozing, cursing, and starting fights with old people wearing the wrong colors. Those frat punks should be thrown on the slab with Wayne's proverbial snake, salted, then urinated upon as well.
A stray piece of cometary ejecta must plummet to Earth, killing Eli Gold, in between sandwiches.
And before I bid you adieu, I must stress the neccesity of Gorgons. Large, snake-headed women should patrol the crowd, turning into stone all whom gaze upon their horribleness. Ohh, and orcs...lotsa orcs!
Damnation upon Bama and all whom call her their Succubus Bitch Mother!
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