305. tfw you’re standing on the veranda of your mansion watching the ranch house across the water that you ordered blown up by your chief goon who is also quite possibly your bastard son though there’s no canonical evidence to support this burn to the ground as your nemesis and his girlfriend who’s your ex-wife and his landlord who’s a crusty old geezer whose horses you like to harass by buzzing their corral with your helicopter flee for their lives and not even the fact that all three of them survive can quite put a damper on the pleasure of watching it all go up in smoke as must all things that stand in the way of you and the JC Penney