after I hand in my exam they're gonna take me aside and ask me to come with them (and no I can't go out for a smoke first) and lead me down into the basement where they keep the rotting corpse of archbischop Jakob Ulvsson hooked up to life support machines and he looks at me with what's left of his vision and mutters "retarded..." and no one will hear from me after that. the police never find my body.