Serious question for Jackie:
You awaken from a coma in what looks like a room made of plywood (and poorly constructed at that) but apparently supposed to be some kind of makeshift hospital or something because there's some stuff on a nearby table that looks like it was used recently to bandage someone up and some of the stuff is bloody and you notice that your arm is all wrapped up and when you move your head it feels like someone starts pounding on it with a huge rubber mallet and you realize that your head is all bandaged, too, and there's your friend, the last person left in the world that you really care about now that pretty much everyone is dead (which you realize you remember now, but you're not sure how) and your friend is very upset and looks you in the eyes and asks "Well? Have you decided yet? Come on, Jackie, they're going to kill me!" and you go "What?" and it turns out that there are actually a few people left alive and you have like 20 seconds to decide whether to marry Nicolas Cage or some six-foot tall Asian guy who's really fucking old, like 54 years old, but has awesome facial hair and is a musician (which you also realize you know, but you're not sure how -- everything's still pretty foggy, and your head hurts) and if you marry Nicolas Case then the world is probably saved but your friend dies, but if you marry the old Asian guy with the facial hair then your friend lives but pretty much everyone else dies and for whatever reason, it's all up to you.
Who do you choose?
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