One of my early traumas comes from a snippet of a movie I don’t know the name of. My cousin was watching this movie one day and I walked in and caught a scene that’s stayed with me ever since (I was in my single digits I think). There was a man surrounded by a lot of tubes or pipes or something. He screamed, then the movie cut to a scene in a sterile white prison cafeteria. All of a sudden a bunch of blood and guts comes falling through the ceiling. That’s when I noped out of the room, so I never caught what the movie was. Can you help me? I’d really appreciate it.
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