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"Justin Timberlake CD!?
It's a Justin Timberlake CD!" you say.
"Oh my!" replies the shopkeeper. "That's exceptionally horrible!"
"But of course!" you happily chirp. "Any man whose singing causes teenage girls to flock to him can't be anything less than exceptionally horrible!"
"Yes indeed," mutters the shopkeeper. "Well your horrible CD is worth fifty gold. Don't spend it all in one place kid." With that, he hands you your money. You leave the store 50 gold richer! Hooray you!
Sadly, your hooray-you-ness is short lived. For not long after you leave the store, you get the distinct feeling that you are being followed. You turn around to behold an angry mob of Justin Timberlake fans. They are waving pitchforks and torches and other objects commonly associated with angry mobs.
"There he is!" they collectively shout. "That's the guy who made fun of our favorite icon of pop culture! Get him!"
Definitely not good! They death to you? Yes!
GAME OVER