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A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characters are the average Americans, realistic and natural in appearance. Close-up: Captain Rourke—a man in a crisp City Guard uniform—pours beer directly onto the head and face of a janitor in gray coveralls who stay in front of him. Beer streams down the janitor's face, dripping from his hair and chin. Rourke then kicks a metal mop bucket sitting next to the janitor, sending dirty water splashing across the floor. The janitor stands still, water dripping from his face, mop in hand. Around them, a crowd of people bar patrons watches in tense silence, phones lowered, bodies frozen. The janitor slowly wipes beer from his eyes, his expression shifting from calm to cold. He remains standing and pulls a small velvet box from his back pocket, opening it to reveal a medal with ten stars. Close-up on Rourke's face as recognition dawns—his smirk collapses into horror. The janitor says quietly but with absolute authority: "You just poured beer on the Supreme Commander." No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays, no subtitles. Cinematic, realistic, grounded tone, no subtitles.

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A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characte...

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