Las Vegas is like a reef. Predators in the shadows and crevices, luring you in and kicking your broke ass carcass out once the $ stops flowing. Scavengers looking for any lost treasures (hopefully beer or money). Schools of oblivious tourists cruising back and forth, assuming someone else will lose out – not them, not today.

And then there are the sea anemones.
Sea anemones are a group of water-dwelling, predatory animals of the order Actiniaria; they are named after the anemone, a terrestrial flower… The mouth, also the anus of the sea anemone, is in the middle of the oral disc surrounded by tentacles armed with many cnidocytes, which are cells that function as a defense and as a means to capture prey.
In this case, Scientologists:
(Ed.: Yes, there’s a kid in the stroller while Dad gets trolled by Xenu. That’s not Nemo.)
Free Stress test? What could be wrong with that, sir? Just answer some questions while grabbing onto our tentacles cnidocytes anal probes E-Meter electrodes while we do some “guided neurotoxin-aided hypnagogic fantasizing.” In other words, the closer you are to passing out while living the waking dream of hitting it big with money, cocaine and hookers), the better. Hence, the Tom Cruise experience in Vegas.
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