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AND HARK ,

THE PUPPET SCREAMS .

< The number, written in a way Spamton could understand. >

< The man, for once, wishes to talk. >

< The man smiles at you. >

< Your heart, your soul, your being, for only a moment beats irregular. >

GENERATIONS ,

GROW UP WITH THE NEW " FAD " .

THE CLASSICS ,

FADE INTO OBSCURITY .

ALL FADES ,

IN TIME .

" TELEVISION " , GOES OUT OF STYLE !

OH ,

PANDORA .

THERE'S A PRICE

FOR EVERY DOOR .

DEPICTION THAT ENDS IN REDACTION ,

SO WHAT WAS THE POINT ?

THERE IS NO MAN .

AND SO ,

YOU CAN PAINT OVER IT !

BUT

IT DOESN'T LEAVE YOU .

YOU CAN'T FORGET .

DON'T FORGET .

I'M WITH YOU ,

IN THE DARK .

< The man snaps. A thin sheet is placed within Spamton's hands. >

< The man turns the stump. His face, barely visi- >

< And Spamton awakes. Just before he could see. Yet, the paper is still with him. >

< The training's been paying off. Or is the man going slower? >

< He's spelling numbers. 10, to be exact. A phone number. >

> Really going to try and lean into the "unknowable horror" aspect here...

< The man shuffles. Hiding himself behind the trunk, such is the way of a recluse. >

< He doesn't speak, as it usually was in the salesman's dream. Only lifting a hand. Moving into gestures unknown. >

I HAVE SO MUCH

TO SHOW YOU .

ONCE MORE ,

WE MEET .

< Once more, a tree sways. When did it sprout? How long has it been there? Had the world always been so dark? >

< None of it matters, really. It's rude to ignore company. >

< There is a man here. Stationed behind the tree. >

DEPICTION THAT ENDS IN REDACTION ,

SO WHAT WAS THE POINT ?

THERE IS NO MAN .

AND SO ,

YOU CAN PAINT OVER IT !

BUT

IT DOESN'T LEAVE YOU .

YOU CAN'T FORGET .

DON'T FORGET .

I'M WITH YOU ,

IN THE DARK .

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