My phone just started ringing a harsh, loud alarm. This sounded like a fire alarm, so I jump up and mentally preparing myself for:
Nuclear Attack – Evacuate NOW!
[Looks at the phone]
It says that there was an AMBER alert. Yellow alert, I think to myself. The shields are up, but phasers aren’t activated. I have compassion, although a lot of people die every day, and try not to think about it.
Then, I read the message. It says “missing 1996 Toyota Corolla – 4 door”
And that’s why I threw my phone, shattering my window… causing it to explode.
You’ve got to be kidding me. I have PTSD now, from something that has no relevance to me, whatsoever.
Would Batman even give a fuck?