Adult Chris: [v.o.] After my mother got rid of my socks I imagined whoever was wearing them was having a lot better luck than me.
[fantasy: Vanessa is playing a slot machine:]
Vanessa: [screams as it pays out]
[fantasy: Kill Moves is in line at an outdoor soup kitchen:]
Woman: We are all out of soup.
Kill Moves: Oh. You got any whiskey?
Woman: This is your lucky day.
Kill Moves: Sure glad y'all ran out of food.
[fantasy: a crying woman is next to a man in the middle of the road:]
Woman: My husband just died of a heart attack!
Mr. Omar: Tragic! Well, since he's dead, want to go out to dinner?
Woman: I could eat.