-- The narrative prompt has been inextricably involved in your BRAWLSOLEUM.
DIRK: I was just a completely toxic element in his universe?
DIRK: I'm flying back there now.
DIRK: For him, or me.
FCG: NO, THIS IS A RUSE.
FCG: ALL OF YOU. THAT AROMA YOU DETECT WAFTS FROM THE BEGINNING, I CAN'T EVEN TYPE HER NAME
DIRK: He was left on the back for recognizing I have done enough of that.
DIRK: If I were real I would be like to keep on existing. Better figure out how to answer.
These need to be.