Hello, America, and some parts of Australia. It is I.

You're wispy, whimsical wizard, Jake Young.

And it is me.

You're incredibly grounded.

Going to law school, bruiser, Holden McNeely.

Objection.

I, uh, why don't you pursue poetry?

Because it's lame and for lame lames.

I'm here to lay down some foundations like no more smoking in libraries.

What if I told you that poetry could also be in the form of a video game?

You're being a filthy beatnik right now, Jake, and I don't trust those, and the government doesn't trust those, but you have got my interest. What sort of video game. You're being a filthy beatnik right now, Jake, and I don't trust those, and the government

doesn't trust those, but you have caught my interest. What sort of video game would you be talking

about, Jake? I'd be talking about the PlayStation classic Shadow of the Colossus. Are we still playing

characters right now, or are we just back to being us? The old Jake is dead. Oh, no! Wimical Wizard Jake is dominant.

Oh, God, help us.

Someone release me from this horrible nightmare.

And scene.

Jake, I am excited.

The scene never ends, Oven.

This is the world now.

Roger Ebert said that games couldn't be art, but do you know that art is whatever you make of it?

How come your character sounds like the narrator of a film trailer?

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