if i knew it the outcome of that old guy, i suppose it was that old guy, i would ring your door once again. this time with a legal authorization from the Antarctic penguin police. would start by booting Arch Linux on your computer and if your machine was a Macbook, we would throw that pile of proprietary shit out! zero chances of you escaping my actual diabolical high pitched laugh. we live on the same castle. i can get in by the bathroom window. i can unlock the window frame with some technique. maybe i can even get in by the roof. your dog would be mine. i would be yours and would stuck you in a 3D printed jar that has a key-lock on the lid and throw it away right after getting stuck there too

69 20 30, any female painting of those old uncles Youtube videos about sonatas and whatever reminds me that i should forget this shit racing thing and even to abstain from watching walkthroughs of platform video-games. i want your opinion and geology books to get inspiration for level design. i don't want to honor violent creations. i already made a Super Mario Bros. pinball table on the 3rd floor of the spaceship. i can't even wish you. not even opine to take it easy with that other guy. who am i. i don't even know an address of Antarctic stations to get proper authorization to invade your house and beg once again your help. maybe i missed inviting you to do some silly stuff when we were kids. like cook pasta and watch cartoon. how humiliating. a 3 years younger than me girl sitting on the sofa, helping me go through Super Mario Bros. Wii levels because that freaking ice world felt like a pointless timing grind and you couldn't even play with the princesses because they were kidnapped

i'll never tell you but some days ago i was in one of my thousands laps while listening to podcasts and i heard your voice. i wanted to cry. your front yard's tree grew quite a lot by now and no one play in the streets anymore and i don't wanna grow old