We’re ex-convicts, no one will marry us now. We’re doomed to a life of observing the need to fix bridges, inhabiting a dead town, fearing dentist technology, bowling alone, refusing to trust the neighbors, Wet Banditing our own house, vomiting all over the wall, observing a fluid town, stealing husband’s secret savings, losing a lot…

Do not run on the floor. Instead, run your ears on observing infinite lives, hearing about the troops, declining a free drink, enriching lives, rendering pixel ass, making sure they’re bug ladies and not bunny ladies, splitting the cave-computer binary, tying into Phantasy Star III, decaying orbit, merging two guys into one guy, rejecting the…

Only after destruction can we create a new world. Become reborn with us as we’re playing in the cave in the church, living in idleness, filling pauldrons with puss, walking the red carpet, falling through a hole, obliterating a jobber, mistaking knees for ass, pulling more characters out of Bubblegum Crisis, showcasing medical power, taking…

Do you like this kind of treatment? Audio injections of us imagining what Krup “tastes like,” saying mighty cheeky things, emerging from the ground, freely restoring HP/MP, worrying about Dark Force, keeping a car in our pocket, fighting things with the car, looking all over the world for a fat dog, locating the secret bakery,…