You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.
EDIT: “That is great. Its nearly Perfect.” Dr Dre steps back from his invention. “Just gotta get the mustache right now.” He makes some adjustments. He types on a computer. Squints at the screen. Damn, what is that number. It’s fuckin’ up his vectors. It is a 5. The hologram springs to life: it is ADOLF HITLER. “Join me in building a magnifisch Fourth Reich, ja, Herr Dre!” the Fuhrer shrieks. Dr Dre begins to laugh. “Mwa ha ha ha ha!” he laughs. The camera pans out to reveal a warehouse full of holograms of Nazi stormtroopers