"You know," she said, "for someone who claims to know everything about the subject, you seem remarkably confused."

Woody sat in the velvet seat of the theater, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses. On the screen, a giant breast was terrorizing a countryside. He sighed. This was exactly how his brain felt on a Tuesday. 6.6Everything You Always Wanted to Know About S...

Should we dive into a of this story or explore a different style of narration? "You know," she said, "for someone who claims

"It’s a metaphor," he whispered to his date, who was busy trying to find a dropped popcorn kernel. "Life is just one big, oversized biological mystery that we're all trying to outrun." This was exactly how his brain felt on a Tuesday

Woody smiled, a nervous, twitchy sort of grin. "That’s the secret. The more you know, the less anything makes sense. It’s the only way to stay sane in a world that’s basically a series of sketches written by a caffeinated deity."

He sat back down, satisfied. His date finally found the popcorn kernel. She looked at him, then at the blank screen, then back at him.

Woody stood up. "No, this is the intermission of the human soul! We are currently between the desire for answers and the realization that the questions were phrased poorly!"

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"You know," she said, "for someone who claims to know everything about the subject, you seem remarkably confused."

Woody sat in the velvet seat of the theater, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses. On the screen, a giant breast was terrorizing a countryside. He sighed. This was exactly how his brain felt on a Tuesday.

Should we dive into a of this story or explore a different style of narration?

"It’s a metaphor," he whispered to his date, who was busy trying to find a dropped popcorn kernel. "Life is just one big, oversized biological mystery that we're all trying to outrun."

Woody smiled, a nervous, twitchy sort of grin. "That’s the secret. The more you know, the less anything makes sense. It’s the only way to stay sane in a world that’s basically a series of sketches written by a caffeinated deity."

He sat back down, satisfied. His date finally found the popcorn kernel. She looked at him, then at the blank screen, then back at him.

Woody stood up. "No, this is the intermission of the human soul! We are currently between the desire for answers and the realization that the questions were phrased poorly!"