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I collapse in the conference room of Sactown Royalty Headquarters, completely exhausted. A whiteboard overrun with crappy idea after crappy idea, scratch out after scratch out, and failed premise after failed premise boasts my failures in the opposite corner of the room. Will, having succumbed to his fatigue hours ago, is sprawled in a chair, sound asleep.
“Will, we’ve gotta get this down. We can’t give up now. WILLIAM SALMONS GRIFFITH GET UP THIS INSTANT!” I kick my friend’ foot with all of the power a panic-induced giraffe can muster. He awakens. “I hate the Grizzlies…I hate the Grizzlies…oh hey, sorry.