:: Jack Harlow is chilling at his apartment. There’s a knock at the door.::

Voice from outside: Mr. Arlsburgerhhh?

Jack Harlow: Who?

Voice from outside: Mrs. Johannesburrrr?

Jack Harlow: Who is it?

Voice from outside: Flowers.

Jack Harlow: Flowers for whom?

Voice from outside: HAVE YOU OR YOUR LOVED ONES LIVED OR SPENT TIME AT CAMP LEJUNE IN NORTH CAROLINA BETWEEN 1956 AND 1987?

Jack Harlow: Well, yes! ::opens door:

[Huge latex and foam-rubber shark head lunges through open door, chomps down on Jack Harlow’s head, and drags Jack Harlow out of the apartment, as Jaws attack music plays.]