She knows the truth

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“  You odious, you are injured! ” 

Sophia throws herself under my arm to support me as I leave the room, noting the black spots around my eyes where the sparks of pain have burned my skin. With a nod, I point her toward the inside of the room I've just left.

"  The others were not so lucky. " 

She covers her face before the horror that unfolds before her; here, a couple has spontaneously combusted in the face of such intellectual misery, and like inhabitants of Pompeii, their charred bodies still embrace, united in fear and pain. There, a man has literally emptied himself, probably during the scene where Viktor declares his name Fatalis. A mephitic mountain has crept beneath his emaciated body, and in the empty sockets of his eyes, I swear you can still read the despair. Everywhere around, it's the same. There's nothing but death and desolation.

"  It's horrible! I told you it was dangerous! Look at you, your hand is paralyzed from job function email database all the abuse you've done to your armrest, it'll take days for it to heal! That film was too strong for you!
" "Oh, no, Sophia. The hand, the armrest, it's not Fantastic Four .
" "What?!
" "I'd say that only 20% of the audience even got to the film. No, because we're making fun of Hollywood, but just imagine, before that we had... " 

I take the time to let the suspense build, before finishing in a whisper:

“  The trailer for the next Aladdin with Kev Adams. ” 

Sophia collapses in front of me, paralyzed by horror. . She knows that the trailer itself is an insult to all that is right and good. And yet: it's supposed to be the best. So what about the rest?

"  Obnoxious, are you going to go? " 

She's shaking, and I place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"  Sophia... " 

I see Diego rolling his eyes as I start up my suspense stories again, and with a flick of my eyebrow, I let him know that he'll soon see his miserable life flash before his eyes if he does this again. Then I conclude.

"  Let's not kid ourselves. Scatophilia itself has its limits. But what if we went to your place to talk about it? " 

And Sophia throws herself against me, while I mouth the word "shovel" to Diego.