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They Found the body mutilated beyond recognition. The stomach area was slashed and ripped apart up towards the chest area with a long bloodied like symbol across and up, the face was much worse as the eyes were ripped out of its socket and shoved into the victims mouth.

The sight was so repulsive that they just kept on walking. After an hour, one of them whispered, "Let's promise to never talk about that." The other vomited at the mere thought of the gruesome memory. The secret was made, the bond to be kept until a bleak night forty years later.

And on that fateful night the two came across the same horrid sight — the same one they saw forty years ago. Already the both of them had thrown up violently at the sight of such a frightful spectacle. They wanted to look away so bad, but they just couldn’t. “Oh man, that’s just…

too terrible to bear. Who puts whitefish salad on a cinnamon raisin bagel? It’s practically a war crime.” In the distance, Cynthia Nixon laughed.

"Cut!" the director screamed. Cynthia rose. "You nailed it," she said. "You have a way with words and I want to work with you on every film I make. I clutched my dogeared, coffee-stained script full of WWII references and ethnic jokes. I made it, I thought to myself. Finally.