Tom Cruise...Ta-Ta

Tom we had to let you go. Your behavior has gone off-the-charts-weird, you are the biggest member of a religious cult based on the contrived bullshit of a two-bit sci-fi writer...kinda like forming a religion around some half-baked Stephen King novel...

Your whole, I'm gonna marry the girl soon thing, is starting to smell like Michael Jackson's sham marriage to Lisa Marie Presley. When an evil old fossil like Summer Redstone is more frightened of your behavior and demands than attracted to the box office bucks you can generate, then you know it must be bad, real bad...

So Ta-ta, farewell and I can only hope that someday, somehow, I don't run into you in some sad, deserted hotel hot tub on the Vegas Strip, bathing amidst the bizarre, bubbling debris of our former lives.
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