You and The Drew walk around the side of the house to find a man digging at a large bush. As you approach him, he and The Drew smile at one another. He takes off his work gloves to shake The Drew's hand, motioning for you to hold up his shovel as the two friends greet one another. You oblige, and as you lean onto the handle of the shovel, it sinks another few inches into the dirt, hits a power line, and kills you instantly.
I mean, really? You thought someone named Grack was going to help piece this puzzle together? Shame on you. Sexist.
I mean, really? You thought someone named Grack was going to help piece this puzzle together? Shame on you. Sexist.