Me and a friend had a few things to purchase in Wilkinson; merely five minutes after we entered into the hardware shop they flipped the genre of music over to a depressing apathetic drone of winging Motown. Smug smirks appeared on the faces of hardware shop workers but clueless at the time I focused on paying for the items we’d got.
Leaving the shopping centre I then noticed a car parked next to my friends car. Inside was a death cult victim seated next to her huge black captor who just by chance sported the appearance of a gorilla. Pausing in thought I surmised that she was probably another captive death cult member suffering from ‘Stockholm Syndrome‘ / ‘Oslo Syndrome‘.