America ruins everything. . . Bin Laden dead!

For close to ten years I have been threatening to write a screenplay about my trials and tribulations of hunting Bin Laden. Now it seems pointless to share my journey with the world. I will say this, in act one I hunt Osama while wearing a kid's small Boba fett mask. In act two I cry at my father's grave while pumping my fists in the air. Finally in act three I spend my reward for capturing the leader of al Qaeda like I was an extra in Lottery Ticket. It was to be my finest work. Alas, the world will never see it.