She pulls him in close, sticks the gun in his face and says, "That's the last time you cheat on me, you MFer!" Then the back of his head explodes and the bullet flies up and out of his head (away from her), and then she slides the gun to the secret service agent.
These engines burn jet fuel for hours at a time going hundreds of miles per hour, yet four of them completely disappeared after being burned up by... jet fuel???
Turns out my caffeine abuse and fasting are killing me. I'm prediabetic, and I have some kind of malabsorption problem. This may explain some hair loss and lack of sleep I've been experiencing.
Moral of the story: listen to your wife when she tells you to get blood work done.
The surveillance dystopia really isn't that bad once you get used to it.
It's like an itchy blanket; it's uncomfortable at first, but then you realize it's everywhere all at once, compiling an archive of all your movements, patterns, and behaviors just in case.