Sets up an entirely preposterous situation in which characters are forced to pile on illogic in spades in order to maintain any form of momentum.
As freakishly outlandish as the whole thing gets, though, it never quite scales the heights of outrageous incredulity attained by the size of Mena Suvari's forehead.
Incredible. You could fry an egg on that forehead if she was sunbathing.
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