There is NOTHING in the world I hate more (except maybe brussel sprouts) than ironic misappropriation of cultural icons. Like Hillary Duff in a AC/DC shirt. An AC/DC t-shirt does not Hillary Duff a rocker make. Or something.
This has been a test of the emergency venting system. In the event of a real emergency, cyanide capsules would have dropped from the ceiling and a light would have guided you to the nearest emergency exit.
We now resume our regular exploration of my psyche.