Yes, I’m currently looking at a closet. It’s ugly, and empty as hell. Maybe worse. I’ve never been to hell, nor do I want to go there.
Lemme just keep it simple. The closet is not a closet. It’s not a table. It’s not a potato. It’s not really there. It’s a synonyme for what I want to say. For short: IT’S NOT REAL. It is just that I image it to be a closet, while it is not.
Then what is it? Yeah, you thought it would be that easy to just ask: “Pichu, what is the closet of yours that doesn’t exist in reality?”, which in my opinion is double because something that doesn’t exist can’t be real, so it doesn’t exist in reality. Right?
But yes. It is as easy as just asking me. It’s as easy as walking into Aperture Science and complete a few Test Chambers. Ok, no. It’s not THAT easy. I mean, a well thought out average Test Chamber is actually pretty difficult to solve. I’m not breaking windows here.
And yes, I’m not breaking windows. That’s just a saying. No, it’s not a darn English saying. It’s something I came up with. Yes, so it’s imaginary again. Not real. Just MADE IT UP.
Back to the point of this post: why am I writing about a closet that’s as empty as hell and does not exist? Has one of you ever…well…’studied’ my timeline from Twitter? Or done any research on Google? According to a promise of my good friend, I should’ve been known by quite an audience and yet that hasn’t happened yet.
What does a mouse have to do to get a promise forfilled?! Dance the Can Can?! Come on dude, I know you are reading this. DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Or I’m going to tripwire something in your house and then you’ll be sorry. And in the worst case scenario injured. Which would be bad. So I’ll make sure there are pillows somewhere in a way you don’t see them but still trip softly.
…all right, so far my post. Questions?