We're so busy with our real lives that we update this thing only when we remember it exists. Just the other day, Nomura and Nojima met with us for lunch. Somehow, we got to talking about Cleriths not understanding the meaning of "koibito". We told Nojima that there were weeaboos out there on the internet, who believed that by posting on a pink forum they somehow have a life and friends. "I already know about them, tell me something new!" Nojima said. So we told him that some of the asians posting there are posing as Japanese gamers and are using their magical superior knowledge of the motherland as a guide to the true canon, where Cloud and Aerith are banging in the lifestream. Nojima and Nomura then collectively spit their potion drinks out, and rightly so. We paused before continuing to describe this mass of Cleriths, all incapable of independent thought. Then suddenly, Nomura stood up to unzip his pants. He unzipped several layers of pockets until he zipped open an actual pocket. Inside the pocket were three belts. After he undid each one, he slowly reached inside and took out a swiss army knife. He pointed it at us and screamed, "Don't you ever let those Cleriths make shit up about my wish fulfillment story again!" It wasn't a little fight but Nojima got scared. So we whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything we can say that this cab was rare. But we thought nah forget it, yo homes to bel-air! I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie yo homes smell ya later. Looked at my kingdom I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air.
