A billion dollars.

So I secretly had a billion dollars this whole time?

Ooo, so close to the powerpuff girls. Oh well, perhaps next time.

The tiny star: It's cold in space! There was shrinkage!

Wow, like some sort of quarantined fun zone. Can't let that contagion spread!

Your comments originally creeped me out, perhaps they still do a bit. Yet they gave me quite a lot to think about today; the nature of candid recordings/photography, art vs. documenting vs. surveillance, what is and isn't okay in a public setting, etc.

There's no denying that out in public we're on camera whether we want to be or not. It's just surprisingly interesting to read your reasoning and have me second guessing myself.

Aah-yep, see, there's your problem. Ya got a big ol' broadsword goin' right through the middle there, mhmm.

1. Take out phone.

2. Record emotionally distraught individual in public.

3. Add inane and callous commentary, bonus points for snickering under your breath.

4. Rake in those sweet, sweet tiktokky points.

5. Profit?

I did not read this article. Do not actually do this.

An inside job, you say? The plot thickens...