I'd probably really laugh for an hour, then I'd be thinking "what if?"
I'd end up having a crisis of conscience and playing out a load of scenarios in my head.
Unable to shake the feeling of impending doom and spending the rest of my life smothered in guilt over a poor cookie maker who may or may not have been trapped, and may or may not be dead, I take it to the police station already offering my wrists up for chuffing. |
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