A fitting ENDGAME

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My daughter took the night bus from La Union. I was texting her to postpone the trip till morning I received no reply. She was home at 3 in the wee hours of the morning. Sigh. She was awake by 8, and I was shocked. What brings you to the counter table when you are sleep deprived. She said, "Ma, take a bath now, we leave at 10. How could you forget today is Endgame!" Well, she told me about purchasing tickets online, but that was a month ago. Sigh again. In the car, she was reading me the rules. Empty your bladder, no john for three hours. Silence is absolute. No comments in the strictest sense. You can gasp but do your best to control it. Etcetera Etcetera My, I exclaimed, what is all these restrictions about? Be sure your cellphone is on mute. Ma, it's Endgame. Refresh me with the last installment. No reply. Grrr. I went along with the list. It was cold, and the 3D glasses was of questionable hygiene to me. How do they clean this? No reply. It was three hours. I enjoyed my self despite the cold and the dizzying swaying seats. Some of my pop corn fell on the floor and I apologized to the sanitary personnel. It is ENDGAME. It is my super heroes final game. Watch it. In case anyone is at Mall of Asia tomorrow, I will have my second viewing there.