2012. They walk by one by one, look at the light bulb and make awful predictions of doom and gloom. 2011 of them walk by this way. The last guy walks
by, picks up the bulb, and screws it in. "What took you so long?" asks the sage sitting there, finally illuminated.
[woman] this light is burned out, can you change it?
[man] working on this calendar, give me a minute
[woman] you done yet?
[man] fine, i'll change it now. I'll work on the calendar later, not like it's going to be the end of the world or anything.
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