i imagine the meeting will go something like this…

i walk in, they are standing in their executioner garbs… hooded robes… there is a giant space laser in the conference room by the big table… the tell me stand over there… while they calibrate the laser… i do as i am told…

the laser is now calibrated… my fate is sealed… “your fate is sealed,” breanne tells me… “step over here, in front of the laser,” brad says… they calibrate the laser… “any last words?”… “no…” i whisper… “my life began in squallor… this was the only way it could have ended… ill conceived… dishonorably te-” and then mid diatribe they just blast me through the wall and i am vaporized