*lies on ground twitching uncontrollably* Kkk---kkkiii-killkillkilll------kill me... *tongue falls out and eyes roll back*
*rushes to the nearest hospital that specializes in people who hit themselves with large, heavy, blunt objects*
doctor: holy ****! This guy is messed up! Get the difibrilator! Nurse: here you doctor *still has tongue hanging out* *shocks chests and body spazzes* Heartrste monitor sparks to life and hope is gained. The room lurches and the monitor flatlined again. *sexy nurse kisses meh and I wake up, grab her and run away*
*decides that was the weirdest thing I've ever seen and goes outside to see the nurse unconcious and you hitting yourself again with the large, heavy, blunt thing. at which point I decide to follow your guide and demand you to hire me before you die! never once saying please*
A number that means nothing. It doesn't translate to real world happiness because it doesn't affect me in the real world.