somewhere out there there's a conference room full of people dressed much nicer than you and I which admittedly is a very easy bar to clear because I'm just wearing my pajamas and anyways they've got a big pad of paper on an easel that has the word "mastodon" written on it in big red letters and "mastodon" is circled several times with the same red marker and nobody in the room can figure out what "mastodon" is and why the company isn't making any money from it toot toot
rebecoming the greatness we never weren't
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