The year is 2025. Chris Evans comes home and pours himself a glass of champagne. He relaxes in a recliner. It’s over, he thinks. “I’ve done it,” he sings. He has touched the left boob of every male celebrity on the planet. He announces his retirement the next morning and disappears. No trace of him is ever found.

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