(Boy looking out window)
G: What's the point, uh?
B: Huh? What are you talking about?
G: Life? What's the point of it? Don't you know, silly. Wipe away those tears.
No more, not even one.
B: There is no point. That's the big secret, dark ending we're waiting for.
I don't want to be an animal anymore.
We're living proof of history; we're already the beginning, end, beginning of something new.
I don't want to be just another cycle.
G: Stop that. You've got it all wrong.
Life doesn't work in that way. Bio's been lying all these years.
Don't ya know, Darwin was a cuuk, most likely on "grass."
Forget him, forget bio, forget the laws of ningkum-poop.
That's it. This is you; this is your vehicle.
Life isn't meaningless like it seems.
Life is exactly the opposite: meaningful.
It's an open book, like they say.
Ya know, like the one's in Pap's study.
But this was is better.
All the pages are empty.
I swear, just picture it.
And ya know what's great about it.
You can just throw it the side and go outside.
Let's have fun. Let's play life.
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