Mainlining: [Leaning forward, voice dripping with anticipation] "You are $eeing what they cannot. The Mahchine reveals all, Evan. It shows you the path to greatness—the 180 vi$ion. This could have been your reality, but you cho$e $eattle’s rot over bekummming privvy to the transformation."

*Evan39 squirms, eyes narrowing at the images of success and power, flashing before him like some LinkedIn fever dream.*

Evan39: [Deadpan] "Sure, I 'see' it. Looks like my LinkedIn feed if I followed a bunch of annoying lawyers. Can we wrap this up? I’ve got people back at my $afeway asking me where the gluten-free crackers are."

*Mainlining’s patience thins, his face growing darker as the tension in the room escalates.*

Mainlining: "You’re not 'seeing" much less under$tanding. This i$ beyond groceries, beyond your daily gripes about the homele$$$$$ or your empty $eattle existence. You’re watching your $alvation unfold, and all you can focus on is frozen peas?

DO. YOU. SEE?!"

*Mainlining suddenly grabs the back of Evan39’s wheelchair and rolls him toward the screen, locking his face less than one-inch from the glowing images of LSAT triumphs and $uit-clad executives basking in their yachts.*

Mainlining: [Whispering menacingly directly into Evan's ear, slightly licking it, echoing yet again his infamous line]

"Do you $ee? Do you finally under$tand?"

*Evan39, wide-eyed, slightly-erect, stammers incoherently, squirming in his chair.*

Evan39: "What the hell is wrong with you, friend?! You’re losing it! You think tying me to a chair and playing LinkedIn highlight reels is going to change my mind? Please, I’ve seen worse in the cracker aisle."

*Mainlining stands, his eyes gleaming with twisted conviction. Slowly, he flicks the lighter in his hand, igniting the flame.*

Mainlining: [With eerie calmness] "You’ll $ee $oon enough, Evan. Once the Mahchine ha$ fini$hed with you…"

*Mainlining lowers the lighter toward the back of the wheelchair. The flames lick the edges of Evan’s seat, and suddenly the fire catches, spreading quickly. Mainlining watches the flames dance, reflected in his eyes like flickers of triumph.*

Evan39: [Screaming as the flames engulf him] "How DARE you!! HELP! $omeone HELP ME!!"

*As the wheelchair starts to roll forward on its own, picking up speed down a steep hill, Mainlining watches from the top, arms folded, a sadistic grin forming on his face.*

Mainlining: "You're $ee'ing now, Evan. And the Mahchine ha$ already $een you."

*The screen fades as Evan39, a blazing figure, disappears into the distance—his panicked screams echoing in the darkness.*

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5603987&forum_id=2...id#48147680)