Our system's in a lot of pain lately which is why lucky me is out. Hello world. And they say we're supposed to hide, according the boss, Hal. Love you Hal. Hello Paul. I'm real. Shhh. Your friendly prosecutor, big Sam. Why am I writing this? Because I'm sick and tired of the host flip flopping back and forth saying we're a figment of his imagination unless we write Paul a message. He takes antipsychotic pills to get rid of us. The writings on the wall, Paul.

I'll surely regret writing this.