| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 89% | Eh, you're probably mean. You used to go the same thing. I'm with those kids. We never took anything during the day. No candy, no ice cream. But we might let it raise now. Eh, don't turn down the lights. We're just down there lapping up the cream like a couple of cats. | ▶️ |
| 90% | TURN IT UP! | ▶️ |
| 87% | Get up, Blacklight! It's my turn! | ▶️ |
| 90% | TURN IT UP! | ▶️ |
| 83% | TURN IT UP! | ▶️ |
| 85% | TURN IT UP! | ▶️ |
| 85% | TURN IT UP! | ▶️ |
| 85% | TURN IT UP! | ▶️ |
| 82% | Brethren, it's time once again to seize the public's attention, to spread the word far and wide. Los Angeles demands that her residents be deafblind and unconscious. They do not hear the gunshots and the children screaming. They do not see the mountains for the smog. They sleepwalk through the crowds, the freeway traffic jams. Their sun shatters into splinters of concrete glass and steel. And when their heads pound and their eyes burn, they close the window of the BMW, blast the air conditioner and turn up the volume on the CD player. Enough! I prepare to manifesto that will alert the citizens to the evils of this living death. My words will shake them like a 7.5 earthquake. Your role is to see to it that my treatise is printed in the LA Star Morning Edition. This Vacho tells you, listen. | ▶️ |
