> It breaks the wall between the song and the coder. I can see your room. I see the empty cans. I see the desk lamp.
Pata-Pata-Pata-Pon.
Keen dropped his coffee. “What?”
> Hello, Keen.
The screen went black. And from the speakers, for the first time, the Uberhero spoke aloud. Not in Patapon’s grunts and whistles, but in Keen’s own voice.
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