After the impact I’ve laid across the city Trost, I can only wonder when it will get worse, as it always does. Turn on your radio and hide. Welcome to Trost.

The sky is endless. So is the universe. When you look up at the moon, I’ll be there to look at it too. Not the same one, obviously. That’d be impossible.

A new man steps afoot in town today. Who is he? What does he want? Why his perfect and beautiful blonde hair. Why his perfect and beautiful lab coat?

Isn’t he beautiful, listeners? Look outside your window. You will see a perfect and beautiful blonde man with a stern face, but we all know that’s merely a facade. A perfect facade.

His lab coat floats behind him as his hands are in his pockets. A satchel carried on his shoulder. Each step is even and symmetrical. We need to get his name. What is his name?

We’ll figure out soon, listeners. Soon.

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