DESTROY OBJECT

On second thought, no. You’re not looking good. In fact, you hate everything you see in front of you. Your lithe, youthful form has abandoned you for something monstrous and unrecognizable. Grayness rises from your roots, and you wouldn’t dream of spending your dwindling life credits on Just For Men Medium-Dark Brown hair dye. Where laughter once resided, thin lines remain, and the scowls that have preoccupied your expression have left deep marks.

In a moment of madness, you smash your fist against your image, obliterating the image in front of you. The force of your blow is staggering. A shard of mirrored glass flies towards you, like when Dr. Otto Octavius could not contain the Precious Tritium in his fusion energy machine and a shard of mirrored glass impaled his wife, the lovely Mrs. Octavius.

There is not much time left. As blood seeps from the wound, you grab a pen and paper to compose a death haiku, but before inspiration strikes, a flood of white light envelops you…

IS THAT YOU, GRANDMA?

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