[This is a nostalgic feeling. Just like old times, huh? Before meteors came and made everything awful. Just a couple of dudes in a cramped apartment filled with godawful puppets.
What a strange mix of emotions this evokes. So much has changed, and he does... miss a lot about his old life. How much simpler things were back then, for one. He misses the rap battles and the days spent working the turntables, the moments spent lazing around without the weight of the universe on his shoulders.
But he also remembers the resentment, the pressure - an incessant need to impress and be approved of, a need that was never fulfilled. Years spent living in the shadow of a man who was always too cool, too awesome, too skilled to take any real notice of him. The ideal hero up high he could never hope to live up to.]
The piss-soaked bed? Real magnanimous of you, bro.
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What a strange mix of emotions this evokes. So much has changed, and he does... miss a lot about his old life. How much simpler things were back then, for one. He misses the rap battles and the days spent working the turntables, the moments spent lazing around without the weight of the universe on his shoulders.
But he also remembers the resentment, the pressure - an incessant need to impress and be approved of, a need that was never fulfilled. Years spent living in the shadow of a man who was always too cool, too awesome, too skilled to take any real notice of him. The ideal hero up high he could never hope to live up to.]
The piss-soaked bed? Real magnanimous of you, bro.