Oh, I'm scared. You're the kind of person who spends three hours preaching and gets his voice. Oh, scary scary scary.

We're finally on the roof. Goodbye, Mr. Gray Concrete. I glanced at the blue sky that existed and remembered the dimension that hated irrationality. Maybe this could have happened.

If you judge me for having had a good experience, it's okay, right?

I wonder if we can finally make it to the library. It's so far away, so far away, so far away. I also feel that you are on a more demanding mission than the soldiers breaking into the enemy country.

"Oh, Mr. Maricana, are you going to??