Okay. There are two kinds of people in the world: Beatles people and Elvis people. Now Beatles people can like Elvis and Elvis people can like the Beatles, but nobody likes them both equally. Somewhere you have to make a choice. And that choice tells you who you are, really.
Here’s a few variants I thought about including in the Pulp Fiction Guess Who set before deciding it would make playing the game too complicated: ODing Mia, ball-gagged Marcellus & Butch, and post-“I shot Marvin in the face” Marvin.