The wife of a big star was caught by a reporter checking into a hotel with her sweetheart, and she called me to save the situation. I was forced to wear the same suit to attract attention, but was dragged into the alley by my wife's extreme fan. When my mother found me, I was covered in blood and my heartbeat was still. She collapsed and cried, kneeling and making dozens of phone calls to her wife for help. All I got was an angry rebuke from my wife: "You can't even lure reporters away? You're a waste! Why don't you die!" But... I really died...
