*(kamalas eyes widen, her breath shallow. the lights flicker once more, plunging the room into brief darkness before the harsh, buzzing fluorescent light returns. her smile is gone now, replaced by a look of desperate confusion.)* kamala harris (voice trembling, almost pleading):  > "i... i do, joe. i really do. please, let's understand each other." *(joe leans back, his expression cold, unreadable. the camera zooms in one last time, focusing on kamalas face, her eyes wide and fearful, her hands trembling slightly on the mug. the silence stretches on, unbearable. finally, joe speaks, his voice barely audible over the buzzing.)* joe rogan (his voice flat, emotionless):  > "yeah. sure." *(the interview ends with the camera lingering on kamalas defeated expression, the buzzing sound continuing to fill the room, like a presence that refuses to leave. the faint, distorted echo of the dean scream plays one final time, its ghostly byaaaah! warping into the distance as the screen fades to black.)* **> <> <**> <> <**
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