"WAAHH!! I want an elephant stampede!" you sob.
There's a minute of uncomfortable silence. Then Scott finally speaks. "You want an elephant stampede? Why do you want that?"
"Because I'm sad and elephants stampeding always makes me feel much better." you say, still crying a bit.
"Okay, okay," Scott says. "One elephant stampede, on its way! Please drive up to the first window."
You look confused. What first window? And how were you going to drive up to it?
Suddenly, there's a rumble in the distance. It gets louder in a hurry. You see it coming. Elephants! And they are stampeding in YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION! You run to the door, but the door is jammed. You turn around to see a big cloud of smoke and fifty elephants stampeding your way. Powerful legs crushing your body is the last thing you ever see.
When the smoke clears, the orange room is in shambles, and your remains are splattered in a fifteen-foot radius. Suddenly, we hear Scott on the intercom: "There. Now since this is my story, why don't we join me in a scenario?"
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