So Jamie Foxx is just sitting around in his Hollywood Hills mansion without any music!! or cartoons!! on and he happens to hear a crash hundreds of driveway yards away beyond the gates of his compound and instead of calling 911, he takes the elevator downstairs, unbolts his 12 locks, turns off his alarm, and runs 4 football fields, opens his security gate and just happens to see an overturned vehicle on fire with a man trapped inside and stuck in his seat belt. Quick, he thinks, I need a pair of scissors to cut him free. So he runs another 45 second quarter mile sprint up his driveway, takes the stairwell up to his kitchen to grab a pair of shears and then back down through the lobby and down the driveway, past the gate and across the roadway into the burning vehicle.
In other words, complete and utter BS.
