Script here! Hi there, long time no see. Or I guess long time no read. Semantics aside, the greeting still stands. So it's been a hot minute since I've posted one of these. The hottest of minutes, some might say. You know, on account of the literal years between this script, and the last. Sleep deprived delirium is my muse, and I've been going to bed at a reasonable hour. Felt inspired though, and decided to give writing one of these while entirely lucid a go.

Speaking of semantics, this is technically a "sequel," in the absolute loosest definition of the word. In one of my old scripts, expertly titled Boop Shark Future Nail Party Surprise, it has the listener agreeing to have their nails painted. But I also forget anything I said in it, and haven't read the thing in over four years. Spiritual successor seems the more apt word to use. Although any accidental continuity between the two scripts would be pretty amusing.

There's almost certainly more important things to discuss that are actually relevant to the script, but all I really want to do is die on the acetone smells good hill (it's a part of the script, and not a complete non sequitur). This hill is between the tater tots existing invalidates hash browns, and the Guitar Hero/Rock Band needs a comeback hills. I have a lot of hills I'll die on. Just recently I learned not everyone thinks stuff like acetone, and gasoline smell good. In fact the majority of people don't enjoy that chemically aroma. So it turns out the majority of people are wrong.

Anything else I can say to stall before having to hit the submit button? Besides the irony that a brat doesn't want to submit. That sure is an incredibly embarrassing connection to make. Should probably post now, before I dig this hole any deeper... Thank you for reading through all this mess, each and every one of you are wonderful human beings. Yes all of you, even the person reading this who thinks they're the exception. You're wonderful too!