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I think this has got legs, financially. Cash will be split, hypothetically, as seems about existentially correct, but... oh well, on with the discussion.
Level 1: 'You've Got Everything Now.' Morrissey wakes up in the morning, does his hair, is depressed about the bedsit, and must buy a pint of milk. This is harder than expected - He shouldn't have to shoot all those people, should he? What's he doing with a gun in the first place?
Level 2: 'What Difference Does It Make?' Things would begin to get ugly. What difference, after all, does anything make? These are not questions that Terminator-Morrissey would have any time for, given the situation, as he goes off on a psychotic rampage round at Alan Bennett's gaff. To finish this level, you'd have to bust a serious cap in Thora Hird's ass.
Level 3: 'Never Had No-one Ever.' After the mayhem of the previous two, this'd be a more reflective level, ideally. He could just walk about the cemetary, drinking beer. He'd have to, I don't know, try and deal with the zombies?
Anyway enough - guys, ladies, over to you!11!23! |
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