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I have this vision of Michael Jackson, upon hearing a guilty verdict in his child molestation case, slowly melting and disintegrating into the courtroom floor, writhing in agony as he squeals "What a world what a world what a world..."
After the smoke clears, all that's left is a foul smelling glob.
Do you want to know my suggestion as to what to do with the glob? Pay NASA a trillion dollars to come and clean it up, transport it to a capsule attached to a rocket, aim it directly at a black hole and fire that sucker.
Don't you kinda feel cleaner already?