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Reporter Girl: And let me tell you, if you like Journey, Bon Jovi, Poison and Pat Benatar... Me: Shoot yourself in the head? Reporter Girl: ...this show truly rocks! This show stars Constantine Maroulis as Drew, an aspiring rock star... Me: Who shoots himself in the head? Reporter Girl: Constantine is a sex symbol! Me: Can I shoot you in the head? Reporter Girl: Dust off those spandex pants and come check out the show! Me: Perhaps I'll just shoot myself in the head. *BANG* Sweet release of death, take me from this hell which engulfs me. Reporter Girl: Oh my god, he shot himself! He's dying! Somebody help! Constantine: Hey, reporter girl, you wanna make out with me? Reporter Girl: Do I ever! Me: God dammit! How am I not dead yet? *BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG* That should do the trick. Reporter Girl: Ew, I think some of his blood just got on me. Constantine: That's not blood, it's olive oil. I use it as a moisturizer. Me: God must hate me. Anyone have any spare bullets? This is going to be a long night.
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