Hate it when that happens. You decide to have a few days off, say, being a drug kingpin, to do a walking tour of a city and relax, then you take a wrong turn, and find yourself in a warehouse full of drugs, money and guns, then the police burst in, and you try to explain, but will they listen? No.
EXACTLY. Do you fancy being on a jury, say second week of November?
Is this going to be the plot of the second novel, '12 Credulous Men'.
-Have you reached a verdict upon which you all agree? -We have, your honour -And what is that verdict? -That we're all trapped in a Matrix-style simulation, and we're going to red pill the world! Nothing is real, sheeple!