Things come in threes, they say.

Double the pleasure, double the fun.

So when the two came together, it was more than any could have suspected.

Six of them, hitting one after the other. Each by itself would have left you reeling. All of them were unbearable.

Devastation would have been a kind word to use.

Six pack was once a term used benignly.

Never again by those left afterward. Those generations unborn at the time who would forever fear it. Who whispered it, as if the sound carried too far would call to it.

Bring it back.