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Elphelt’s chasing you down an empty street, begging for your hand in marriage. You can't remember how you got in this situation, or why the street's empty, or why you swear you saw Elphelt point a strange-looking gun at herself. You suddenly hear a giggle and feel the ground trembling more and more. You look back and see her now 100 feet tall and catching up easily. She’s holding a marriage certificate between her index finger and thumb. Your legs are nearly giving out, but you can tell she’s far from tired. Elphelt bites her lips in excitement.

"Oh, is this going to be my day?"