irk: Now that’s the Scott. That’s the guy, the real guy, the ponderous, thoughtful guy, the guy from the Unknown. The guy that this pathetic holographic reproduction should reflect. Instead of the real Scott, we get a one-dimensional cartoon reduced to making queries about beer. But the Unknown staggers on, ceaselessly into the past. And that concludes Hard_Code Theater for this evening. So, until next time, good night. |
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