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The light goes on and she sees me standing in her bedroom, the contents of her drawers strewn across the bed and floor. As she screams in horror, I say 'We care about your privacy, you can choose how your data is managed by these two thousand vendors'. With the blood draining from her face in shock, she stammers 'y-y-yes I don't wan-' I interrupt, screaming 'LEGITIMATE INTEREST! LEGITIMATE INTEREST! LEGITIMATE INTEREST!'.
Then she yells - “This is the wrong room, your wife is next door!”