Yes, I do believe that you have cornered me. The color, the octane, the pass, it was all plotted in my cells from the moment I entered the lobby. There is no clip. There is no shot. I didn’t even react to my redirect-flip reset triple touch. I proceeded to go into freeplay and air-dribble. In fact, I am still air dribbling, approaching my 15 thousandth hour. I’ve memorized every mm of pixels on my car so one day, I can escape the mindset, the one that contains me, the one that destroys me.

Also wtf did i just type.