Someone taps you on the back.

Oh, holy monkies! Murder! Rape! ...Murder again!

You spin round, quite prepared to try out that interesting karate-like move you saw once on one of the higher channels on your tv.

Fortunately, it isn't necessary, because instead of a mysterious being with extremely heavy breathing, your gaze instead comes to rest on the pimply features of Harold from Market Research.

Hmm. Maybe you should try out that karate move anyway, before you can be cornered and forced to answer another one of those godawful  questionnaires he's always toting about. Why does your opinion matter?

...You don't actually have one, do you? Well, that's even more reason for it not to matter.

Uh-oh, Harold's mouth's opening. Quick! Escape route!

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