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Alright, listen up, ya little twerps! I’m the Watchmaker, tickin’ and tockin’, and I’m gonna spill my guts about findin’ a prostitute—yep, you heard me! Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—I see through the crap. So, picture this, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about *The Social Network*, my fave flick—Fincher’s a genius, right?—and I’m like, “I’m in, like, five minutes from now!” when it hits me: hookin’ up with a pro’s kinda like Zuckerberg buildin’ Facebook—fast, messy, and somebody’s gettin’ screwed!

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The Subverted Trope trope as used in popular culture. Basically, this is playing bait-and-switch with a trope. A work makes you think a trope is going to .

So, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling a bit better. I stroll down the Kloosterstraat, and it’s all peaceful and stuff. But then, BAM! A dog runs past me, chasing a squirrel. I swear, that squirrel was like, “Not today, buddy!” It was a full-on chase scene. I’m just standing there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “This is better than Netflix.”

Running Scared