Steady steps, I’ve seen this fortune before. No-go cancellations and otherwise time wasters meant for ditsy acts and dinner shows that compel otherwise in sanctity of boredom. We’ve got a riot on our hands, folks; and all that follows is another whimper into the gleaming galaxy of the Milky Way. A scream, a shout into the void, is all we got to repel the other side of the cloak holding multiverses.
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