You walk a few streets over toward Sandy's house.  Along the way you get some strange looks.  You think that perhaps it's because of your Rico Suave style.  Actually, it's because you think you can actually get laid in hard mode.

    Turning onto her street you find that the line in front of her front door stretches around the block.

    At the front of the line is Buddy from Christy's, followed by Merv, then Milton, then Eva, then Ghandi, then BOOG, then Stephen, then Poppy, then Noam, then Uncle Bud, then Pam, then Danny, then Shven, then Ross, then Toomey, then Jon the cop, then Paula, then Junior the cat, then Papa Papamagaritus, then six burly Greek men, then a diminutive monkey, then Nate Dogg, then Bizmarkie, then Sean "Puff Daddy" Combs, then RZA and Raekwon from Wu-Tang Clan, then Chris Byrne, "Dabe", Myer, and Amanda, then Brendan, then Sean, then Becky, then Deborah, then Ricardo the latino serpent of love, then Uncle Billy's Pig, then Elmira, then Petey the one-eyed cat.

    You approach Raekwon.

    "Yo, who's in there now?" you ask.

    "Webster," says Raekwon.

    Webster?!

    You rush past everybody, convinced that you can finally be seen with Web in front of all your family and friends and will finally get their respect.

    You get to the front of the line and talk to Buddy.

    "Buddy, hey, it's me, Brad.  You mind if I sneak in and ask Sandy a question?"

    "Hmm..." says Buddy.  "Sounds OK to me, but let me run that by everybody else."

    Buddy turns to face the rest of the line:

    "HEY!  ANYBODY MIND IF BRAD'S CUTS RIGHT TO THE FRONT OF THE LINE?"

    You turn and see forty three angry faces.

    You are torn limb from limb.

    ...

    Your son Sammy attends your funeral alone.

The End

You have died.

Your final score is:
14

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