You know those NPCs in the marketplace? The ones that just sit there, day in, day out, wiping their ass, jerking off, asking each other how the sausage was? The ones that have no life, no meaning, no higher purpose? The ones that say nothing, go nowhere, and do nothing but perform the same tasks over and over again? The ones that can do a million different wonderful things, but always end up spitting out, "the red one", because that's what the fat leotard-wearing dead-end in front of him wants? The ones whose sole reason to be is to supply that fanny-pack wearing intellectual dead-end with "the red ones" all day, all night, today, tomorrow, and ever on?
And lardo come waltzing up with great big sack and a hundred time of saying, "the red one".
Say hello, Mr. Goldscuttle!
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