Confront the man in Sunglasses next to you, who is blatantly staring.

Thoroughly confused, I turned to the man beside me.

"Hey, man...  Where are we?"  I said, scratching my head.

He took off his sunglasses, grumbled something along the lines of "Peanut butter is the answer..."  And beat me to death with a Mackeral.

The End.

The End

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