Hym "
Bounce around until you land in your slot. If you're luck you land in the
special golden
people slot. Worry about yourself. Worry about the Satan in your own heart. Keep your mouth shut unless you're going to be pleasant. Live your little solipsistic life and
don't worry about what I'm doing. Even if it screws you over. Live your little plinko lives."
I dot "But no bro, you can aim for the
special golden chosen one slot, bro. You just gotta go in this hole and throw the ball really hard. It works every
time."
Hym "Yeah? Really? Let's see it!"
I dot "What? Nah bro I'm already in my slot."
Hym "No. Really. I want to see it. Give everything you have away and do it again. You can't associate with anyone you know OR anyone who knows you (because before you were the super duper special one no one knew you). Give it all to me. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KNOWS HOW TO DO IT RIGHT? That's what you're trying to tell me, right? When you tell me what I should be doing? So, if you know how to do it. Then YOU go do it again. I'll take what you have. YOU can go do the thing YOU know how to do. Everything works out better for everyone. I mean... You like hard
work right? No? That's fine. You think it's BETTER to
work hard right? Ok. Go
work hard. YOU go do it."
I dot "I... I already..."
Hym "Do it again. I don't believe you. Do it again. I want to watch you do it this
time. I want to see it happen. Do it again. Go."
