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A massive implosion on its way down to the Titanic. Good grief, can you imagine it? You're just sitting there cross-legged on the floor and BOOM, the bulkhead a foot away from you explodes at you. And, most likely, you explode.
Also, it's really upsetting the number of people dancing on the graves of these people simply because they had a lot of money. I can understand the anger at the captain, but the actual delight, even celebration I'm seeing at the deaths... wow, that's some pretty telling stuff.
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