Post by Hano Eiyu on Jun 17, 2013 13:02:14 GMT -5
Dear Loyal Fans, idiots and further down the line…Mi Pi Sexy.
First, I would like begin this by saying it has become apparent by a few comments from some fellow competitors that people seem to be missing my point. Saying I make irrelevant interferences and go on about nothing. But I assure you that my only goal is to help you understand the very sinking of our civilization. We have become an easy reader society that can’t seem to recognize an actual gift, if it slapped them in the face. It is all because of desensitization of the senses. Giving us what we want instead of what we need. From writer’s convenience causing misconceptions of police procedures, to meat head Special FX Guys making explosion filled, mind numbing one liner nonsense. So, in an effort to be more accessible to the mass public, I have put easy-reader notes at the end of each point so you can keep up with the skilled intellectuals. If I have to keep down things for justice, then I will do so making a point. So, at any point, if you do not feel the will to continue reading this very depressing, not exciting, analytical drab; then please feel free to skip down and save yourself the time from writing nonsensical, testosterone filled internet hate mail.
TL;DR: I know you don’t like long paragraphs and subtext. So here is a something simple…and a picture of a cat.
It is such a shame that someone has to explain their work to people. I feel all the power is taken away when people aren’t allowed to digest the point. What would have been the fun in Tokyo Gore Police if we were told what the ending meant? Would the moments have been as powerful if they explained through dialogue, what all those silent exchanges The Godfather films were trying to display? No! When people are allowed to come to the conclusions themselves, it is a much more powerful realization. But now people get frustrated when it isn’t as clear as day. They don’t have time for Epics such as Detroit Metal City…They just want the trusted promise of music and comedy and be damned if they were given anything different. People use to care about the moments in-between, like set up of a suspenseful moment or the sizing up of a War’s inevitable conclusion of casualties and loss of innocence. Matches were made more redundant for entertainment, cleaner for main events and shorter for the busy consumer type to enter and exit in no time at all. And don’t even get me started on what is happening to literature. It all has been mutilated for the non-stop system of drones. I would like to reference to a certain book that spoke of a dystopian society with a similar issue. This book? Fahrenheit 451. Forcing the world to keep moving and never stop to realize how far from humanity they have truly come.
TL;DR: Fahrentheit 451 was right. You probably never heard of it. It’s a book.
But, I am not going to dwell on the point. On to my actual point of writing this letter to you all today; I wanted to clear up some misconceptions about me. The best way for me to achieve this is to first tell you the story of me. Don’t worry, I am not going to fill it with pointless tripe about my childhood. I am going to get right to the moment when I found myself jobless and on the ass-end of an unfunny joke that seemed to lag on for too long. I was scared that my dream and life were inches from being shattered on the cold concrete of rock bottom. I went to audition after audition, trying to gain some ground after two terrible matches. All I had were all the connections I had made on my journey, but not one could get me a job. Knowing some of the most talented actors and actresses in the business and it helps me none when they are having trouble finding work too. It wasn’t just me. The problem isn’t finding work in America; they want new people like priests want little boys. The problem is keeping a job.
This machine spits out seventy percent of what it takes in. It is all a part of the mass recovery strategy they do to maximize profits. Let’s say that a studio makes fifteen films a year. They don’t expect every movie to make its money back in theatres. Hell, they are hoping one of them does flop so it further skews the books for the latter of this process. They do expect most of the movies to make profit, but they have the tent pole movies that they hope make more than enough to cover most of the expenses of the year. Movies such as Iron Girl, Death Note, and The Crow. They go on to make millions and make every flop non-existent to their wallet. Though, this also has its risks when the tent pole doesn’t come through with the goods. Battle Royale, Akira, and Appleseed are supposed to be block busters, they grew because producers knew what the fans want, so they use their creative minds to make a masterpiece. But I wasn’t in a tent pole movie. I was wrestling to surpass other people's skills to make me stronger. They attract thousands of people to watch every year, leaving many tougher like me. Though, I would say I have turned my exterior into productive energy. Why is Europe such a monster? Because we are catering to the lowest denomination which circles back to my point of easy reader bullshit.
TL;DR: Europe is a cannibalistic guessing game and it is your fault, asshole.
Since joining PCW, these scum spitting, barrel bottom ‘athletes’ laughed at my tragedy. Thinking it is funny that I lost a means of income with not even enough money for a trip back home. But I think Bertolt Brecht described it best when he told a story of an innocent man walking down the street. The audience watches him walk while reading a paper. He has no idea what is in front of him and takes one bad step then he falls through a manhole, everybody laughs, it was a jolly time. But, what you don’t see is this fictional man with his head with a gash bleeding out, the ambulance taking him away, his wife pulling her hair out in worry as he is in surgery, and the battle to recovery. (Well, look at that, a beginning, middle and an end…the three acts. Keep your eyes out, folks. You are bound to learn something yet.) I am paraphrasing but the point remains the same, the audience doesn’t realize the sadistic tendencies they think is hilarious. Every professional wrestler I have faced makes light of the worst moments in my life. It destroyed me as a human being, to have my whole direction in life reject me because of someone else’s bad decision.
So, what else could I do? I took a long hard look at my life before I decided that the only way to get back up is to sink further and raise the bar out of the muck. You find that those who are remembered helped advance an art form. So, what was the lowest bar I could grab and hope to bring some culture into? Why not wrestling? I despise Soap Operas and reality television and it seems to be able to mix both and attract the market demographic with the amount of violence both seemed to be lacking. It was perfect. I come in and release my knowledge onto these people in hopes to reconnect them with society, to get them ready to understand even bigger issues that have been ignored. It was like trying to enlighten a brick wall. People didn’t want to take me seriously. Even though I was in America for all of five minutes; that doesn’t mean I have been unconscious the rest of my life. I travelled to England, Germany and Mexico to find a good promotion. I learned so many things that you couldn’t even imagine about the human condition. But, when I started speaking, people just patronized me and said “How cute, the pretty boy thinks he is a wrestler.” It hit me that Europe is a caricature of its former self. People could only see Europe as a politician with an old school business suit and a camera that needed to be cranked. They see the luxurious mansions of the corrupt and forgot the almost astronomically bigger commoners that can’t even afford their current apartment. But I continued to push forward passed the struggle. I tried to make things easier for people by giving it an image to compare it to by using my skills as a statement. It wasn’t for me, it’s for you! But, apparently this is even too much as it seems that people refuse to even acknowledge what I have said.
TL;DR: I went into wrestling and surprise, everything just got worse.
In the mean time, I have been fighting for a spot to become the strongest. I don’t want to go too far into it. But, know this my loyal fans: I am going to come back with a new force and PCW will be the strongest company.
So, that brings me to the present. I am facing Mi Pi Sexy at Slamathon with a record of many wins and less loses and no one has gotten any smarter. So, there was the entertainment double standard I had to deal with and if I have learned anything, people don’t listen to a cheater. So, I can’t continue my crusade to re-educate people into the dramatic language until I can prove to carry my own weight around. But technically, I should be considered stronger than them. Every time I loss, I was out of the ring, unable to stop the pin from happening. I should be facing top guys, not someone who doesn't deserve a title by cheating. But, I need this win to make people sure that cheaters never prosper because I don’t think I could punish them even more. Mi Pi Sexy, I am in the mood to make some new friends and since Mya Denton and I have the same problem. You two couldn't win without an interference. Reyna Carter could've been a good champion without foul play. She could have figured out something that people keep forgetting and that it is dignity. Kelly Hampton goes too far ahead of herself for as a manager and Derek Saunders has no concept of the mind. Angelina Williams could've been a worthy champion if she didn't follow orders. Think about it, Chris Jericho became famous after becoming a champion. Jushin Liger is still popular until this day as he still shows fair play. Do you think these would be facts that are made up? No. This is your best chance to capitalize on your opportunity. I would know how to make you into less predictable wrestlers. All you need to do is to have just two of you and two only.
TL;DR: No interference.
So, what do you say? Let’s see where we can take this and make the best possible situation. I can stop paying attention to you and let it go. You would be joining something bigger and that something is a new wave of intellectualism as I help the world experience a renewal period. You could give depth to your life and be the next one to compete for the Broadcast championship against Brian Stryker. Maybe you can actually beat me for once.
TL;DR: You couldn't win without cheating.
This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to show that you're fake. Don’t take too much time to think about it. Just keep it in mind that you can’t possibly win if you cheated. Mya Denton and I will show the world that cheating leads to more serious consequences. But, of course if you don’t want to, then I will have to make this as painful as possible. Don’t fall for the same traps as everyone else, don’t confuse me with Tom Cruise or Justin Bieber. At least see me as what I am; a vessel for a purpose and a force to be feared. But, most of all, I am real. I am not a movie character, I am not Hano Eiyu, I am Totoya Tatsuya. I am the only man anyone needs and this is my first chapter to victory.
TL;DR: I will crush with all my might.
Sincerely Yours, Totoya Tatsuya
TL;DR: You know who you are.
I pressed send and let out a giant stretch as I stood up from my chair. I stepped outside my hotel room to see the stars glimmer somehow brighter than usual. The air was brisk and the sound of non-stop car horns and swerving made me feel right at home. My view was a city in the distance that was only visible because the late workers and the night clubs that those not working late would be wasting their money at with no regret. It was an image and a idea I am in love with. The Apartment, Sabrina, and Scarface understood it so well. THAT is the American dream. Regret and forget or work to death. I didn’t want this sublime moment of a story defined by the lights I saw in a distance. But, like all good things, it had to end. I could hear a stumbling drunk below me.
Terence Malone: Totoya? Where are ya? Ya son o’a bish! We know all yer ale-ee-esses…We know where ya check in and shit.
Terence? This had to be a joke. He was unintelligible. Hardly in the condition to try and intimidate me.
TL;DR: It was a nice night…until a wild bastard appeared.
Totoya Tatsuya: I am up here, you drunk.
He almost fell backwards trying to look up at me.
Terence Malone: Don’ go anywerr. I’m commin’ up.
He stumbled his way to the stairs. I felt so bad that I actually helped him up to my hotel room. I placed him down on the couch.
Totoya Tasuya: Now, what do you want?
Terence Malone: Those bastards fired me. They rune ma’life. The fuckers!
Totoya Tatsuya: Yeah, they like to do that…
Terence Malone: After all I did for those fuckers. I gave up E’ERTHIN’ for the fortuned they promised me.
Totoya Tatsuya: Yeah, mind getting to the point where I should actually care?
Terence tried to stand but he fell back onto the couch in the funniest damn flop possible.
Totoya Tatsuya: Don’t hurt yourself on my account.
Terence Malone: Do ya have…Do ya have the…letterrrrr I gave you.
Totoya Tatsuya: Left it at home. Didn’t think you would be stalking me.
Terence Malone: Ya kiddin’? They always haf eyes on ya. They prrrob’bly know I’m here. But, as soo…as soon as you get…hum…home. Open the letter. It’s got some serious shit in there.
Totoya Tatsuya: Is now really the time? I mean, I am still trying to figure out all the stuff you told me last time.
Terence Malone: Wut is thurr to got? He is the fuckin’ Devil, man. He wants to get his pro…duck-shun comp’neee off the ground by making himself a recog…recog…recognizes-zzible face. He is gonna make an example out of Hollywood and turn Hollywood safe.
Totoya Tatsuya: Well, you didn’t mention that last time.
Terence Malone: I was drunk…
Totoya Tatsuya: You’re still drunk…I think those are the same clothes. But, what do you mean by making it ‘safe’?
Terence Malone: You know how studios, ta safe muney, studios makin’ the film, will charge their own movie for use of studio plots and stuff. If he makes manufactured actors and actressesssessses a thing...Then that is about ninety percent of the budget back into the studio that inv’sted it. It’s a tax scam and he is abut to purfuct it.
Totoya Tatsuya: Who is this guy? Cowboy Bebop?
Terence Malone: Take me with ya…
Totoya Tatsuya: Come again?
Terence Malone: I wanna get this guy. Let me join your little crusader buddies…AND BRING DOWN THAT FASCIST PIG DOGS!!!
TL;DR: New element to the story. More boring 2nd act stuff. No, I can’t fast forward to the good parts!
With a fist raised into the air and a second attempt to rise from the couch, he stumbled onto the floor and passed out. I shook my head and stepped back out onto the walk way outside. I whipped out my phone, scrolled through my phone book. With a push of a button, I called up Kumiko.
Totoya Tatsuya: Kumiko? Watashi wa anata ga shinjiru suru tsumori wa arimasen ikutsu ka no nyūsu o motte... Soshite, watashi wa sore o ie ni unten kite anata ga hitsuyō ni narimasu. (Kumiko? I got some news you aren’t going to believe…And I will need you to come drive it home.)
(fin)
TL;DR: Go home.
First, I would like begin this by saying it has become apparent by a few comments from some fellow competitors that people seem to be missing my point. Saying I make irrelevant interferences and go on about nothing. But I assure you that my only goal is to help you understand the very sinking of our civilization. We have become an easy reader society that can’t seem to recognize an actual gift, if it slapped them in the face. It is all because of desensitization of the senses. Giving us what we want instead of what we need. From writer’s convenience causing misconceptions of police procedures, to meat head Special FX Guys making explosion filled, mind numbing one liner nonsense. So, in an effort to be more accessible to the mass public, I have put easy-reader notes at the end of each point so you can keep up with the skilled intellectuals. If I have to keep down things for justice, then I will do so making a point. So, at any point, if you do not feel the will to continue reading this very depressing, not exciting, analytical drab; then please feel free to skip down and save yourself the time from writing nonsensical, testosterone filled internet hate mail.
TL;DR: I know you don’t like long paragraphs and subtext. So here is a something simple…and a picture of a cat.
It is such a shame that someone has to explain their work to people. I feel all the power is taken away when people aren’t allowed to digest the point. What would have been the fun in Tokyo Gore Police if we were told what the ending meant? Would the moments have been as powerful if they explained through dialogue, what all those silent exchanges The Godfather films were trying to display? No! When people are allowed to come to the conclusions themselves, it is a much more powerful realization. But now people get frustrated when it isn’t as clear as day. They don’t have time for Epics such as Detroit Metal City…They just want the trusted promise of music and comedy and be damned if they were given anything different. People use to care about the moments in-between, like set up of a suspenseful moment or the sizing up of a War’s inevitable conclusion of casualties and loss of innocence. Matches were made more redundant for entertainment, cleaner for main events and shorter for the busy consumer type to enter and exit in no time at all. And don’t even get me started on what is happening to literature. It all has been mutilated for the non-stop system of drones. I would like to reference to a certain book that spoke of a dystopian society with a similar issue. This book? Fahrenheit 451. Forcing the world to keep moving and never stop to realize how far from humanity they have truly come.
TL;DR: Fahrentheit 451 was right. You probably never heard of it. It’s a book.
But, I am not going to dwell on the point. On to my actual point of writing this letter to you all today; I wanted to clear up some misconceptions about me. The best way for me to achieve this is to first tell you the story of me. Don’t worry, I am not going to fill it with pointless tripe about my childhood. I am going to get right to the moment when I found myself jobless and on the ass-end of an unfunny joke that seemed to lag on for too long. I was scared that my dream and life were inches from being shattered on the cold concrete of rock bottom. I went to audition after audition, trying to gain some ground after two terrible matches. All I had were all the connections I had made on my journey, but not one could get me a job. Knowing some of the most talented actors and actresses in the business and it helps me none when they are having trouble finding work too. It wasn’t just me. The problem isn’t finding work in America; they want new people like priests want little boys. The problem is keeping a job.
This machine spits out seventy percent of what it takes in. It is all a part of the mass recovery strategy they do to maximize profits. Let’s say that a studio makes fifteen films a year. They don’t expect every movie to make its money back in theatres. Hell, they are hoping one of them does flop so it further skews the books for the latter of this process. They do expect most of the movies to make profit, but they have the tent pole movies that they hope make more than enough to cover most of the expenses of the year. Movies such as Iron Girl, Death Note, and The Crow. They go on to make millions and make every flop non-existent to their wallet. Though, this also has its risks when the tent pole doesn’t come through with the goods. Battle Royale, Akira, and Appleseed are supposed to be block busters, they grew because producers knew what the fans want, so they use their creative minds to make a masterpiece. But I wasn’t in a tent pole movie. I was wrestling to surpass other people's skills to make me stronger. They attract thousands of people to watch every year, leaving many tougher like me. Though, I would say I have turned my exterior into productive energy. Why is Europe such a monster? Because we are catering to the lowest denomination which circles back to my point of easy reader bullshit.
TL;DR: Europe is a cannibalistic guessing game and it is your fault, asshole.
Since joining PCW, these scum spitting, barrel bottom ‘athletes’ laughed at my tragedy. Thinking it is funny that I lost a means of income with not even enough money for a trip back home. But I think Bertolt Brecht described it best when he told a story of an innocent man walking down the street. The audience watches him walk while reading a paper. He has no idea what is in front of him and takes one bad step then he falls through a manhole, everybody laughs, it was a jolly time. But, what you don’t see is this fictional man with his head with a gash bleeding out, the ambulance taking him away, his wife pulling her hair out in worry as he is in surgery, and the battle to recovery. (Well, look at that, a beginning, middle and an end…the three acts. Keep your eyes out, folks. You are bound to learn something yet.) I am paraphrasing but the point remains the same, the audience doesn’t realize the sadistic tendencies they think is hilarious. Every professional wrestler I have faced makes light of the worst moments in my life. It destroyed me as a human being, to have my whole direction in life reject me because of someone else’s bad decision.
So, what else could I do? I took a long hard look at my life before I decided that the only way to get back up is to sink further and raise the bar out of the muck. You find that those who are remembered helped advance an art form. So, what was the lowest bar I could grab and hope to bring some culture into? Why not wrestling? I despise Soap Operas and reality television and it seems to be able to mix both and attract the market demographic with the amount of violence both seemed to be lacking. It was perfect. I come in and release my knowledge onto these people in hopes to reconnect them with society, to get them ready to understand even bigger issues that have been ignored. It was like trying to enlighten a brick wall. People didn’t want to take me seriously. Even though I was in America for all of five minutes; that doesn’t mean I have been unconscious the rest of my life. I travelled to England, Germany and Mexico to find a good promotion. I learned so many things that you couldn’t even imagine about the human condition. But, when I started speaking, people just patronized me and said “How cute, the pretty boy thinks he is a wrestler.” It hit me that Europe is a caricature of its former self. People could only see Europe as a politician with an old school business suit and a camera that needed to be cranked. They see the luxurious mansions of the corrupt and forgot the almost astronomically bigger commoners that can’t even afford their current apartment. But I continued to push forward passed the struggle. I tried to make things easier for people by giving it an image to compare it to by using my skills as a statement. It wasn’t for me, it’s for you! But, apparently this is even too much as it seems that people refuse to even acknowledge what I have said.
TL;DR: I went into wrestling and surprise, everything just got worse.
In the mean time, I have been fighting for a spot to become the strongest. I don’t want to go too far into it. But, know this my loyal fans: I am going to come back with a new force and PCW will be the strongest company.
So, that brings me to the present. I am facing Mi Pi Sexy at Slamathon with a record of many wins and less loses and no one has gotten any smarter. So, there was the entertainment double standard I had to deal with and if I have learned anything, people don’t listen to a cheater. So, I can’t continue my crusade to re-educate people into the dramatic language until I can prove to carry my own weight around. But technically, I should be considered stronger than them. Every time I loss, I was out of the ring, unable to stop the pin from happening. I should be facing top guys, not someone who doesn't deserve a title by cheating. But, I need this win to make people sure that cheaters never prosper because I don’t think I could punish them even more. Mi Pi Sexy, I am in the mood to make some new friends and since Mya Denton and I have the same problem. You two couldn't win without an interference. Reyna Carter could've been a good champion without foul play. She could have figured out something that people keep forgetting and that it is dignity. Kelly Hampton goes too far ahead of herself for as a manager and Derek Saunders has no concept of the mind. Angelina Williams could've been a worthy champion if she didn't follow orders. Think about it, Chris Jericho became famous after becoming a champion. Jushin Liger is still popular until this day as he still shows fair play. Do you think these would be facts that are made up? No. This is your best chance to capitalize on your opportunity. I would know how to make you into less predictable wrestlers. All you need to do is to have just two of you and two only.
TL;DR: No interference.
So, what do you say? Let’s see where we can take this and make the best possible situation. I can stop paying attention to you and let it go. You would be joining something bigger and that something is a new wave of intellectualism as I help the world experience a renewal period. You could give depth to your life and be the next one to compete for the Broadcast championship against Brian Stryker. Maybe you can actually beat me for once.
TL;DR: You couldn't win without cheating.
This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to show that you're fake. Don’t take too much time to think about it. Just keep it in mind that you can’t possibly win if you cheated. Mya Denton and I will show the world that cheating leads to more serious consequences. But, of course if you don’t want to, then I will have to make this as painful as possible. Don’t fall for the same traps as everyone else, don’t confuse me with Tom Cruise or Justin Bieber. At least see me as what I am; a vessel for a purpose and a force to be feared. But, most of all, I am real. I am not a movie character, I am not Hano Eiyu, I am Totoya Tatsuya. I am the only man anyone needs and this is my first chapter to victory.
TL;DR: I will crush with all my might.
Sincerely Yours, Totoya Tatsuya
TL;DR: You know who you are.
I pressed send and let out a giant stretch as I stood up from my chair. I stepped outside my hotel room to see the stars glimmer somehow brighter than usual. The air was brisk and the sound of non-stop car horns and swerving made me feel right at home. My view was a city in the distance that was only visible because the late workers and the night clubs that those not working late would be wasting their money at with no regret. It was an image and a idea I am in love with. The Apartment, Sabrina, and Scarface understood it so well. THAT is the American dream. Regret and forget or work to death. I didn’t want this sublime moment of a story defined by the lights I saw in a distance. But, like all good things, it had to end. I could hear a stumbling drunk below me.
Terence Malone: Totoya? Where are ya? Ya son o’a bish! We know all yer ale-ee-esses…We know where ya check in and shit.
Terence? This had to be a joke. He was unintelligible. Hardly in the condition to try and intimidate me.
TL;DR: It was a nice night…until a wild bastard appeared.
Totoya Tatsuya: I am up here, you drunk.
He almost fell backwards trying to look up at me.
Terence Malone: Don’ go anywerr. I’m commin’ up.
He stumbled his way to the stairs. I felt so bad that I actually helped him up to my hotel room. I placed him down on the couch.
Totoya Tasuya: Now, what do you want?
Terence Malone: Those bastards fired me. They rune ma’life. The fuckers!
Totoya Tatsuya: Yeah, they like to do that…
Terence Malone: After all I did for those fuckers. I gave up E’ERTHIN’ for the fortuned they promised me.
Totoya Tatsuya: Yeah, mind getting to the point where I should actually care?
Terence tried to stand but he fell back onto the couch in the funniest damn flop possible.
Totoya Tatsuya: Don’t hurt yourself on my account.
Terence Malone: Do ya have…Do ya have the…letterrrrr I gave you.
Totoya Tatsuya: Left it at home. Didn’t think you would be stalking me.
Terence Malone: Ya kiddin’? They always haf eyes on ya. They prrrob’bly know I’m here. But, as soo…as soon as you get…hum…home. Open the letter. It’s got some serious shit in there.
Totoya Tatsuya: Is now really the time? I mean, I am still trying to figure out all the stuff you told me last time.
Terence Malone: Wut is thurr to got? He is the fuckin’ Devil, man. He wants to get his pro…duck-shun comp’neee off the ground by making himself a recog…recog…recognizes-zzible face. He is gonna make an example out of Hollywood and turn Hollywood safe.
Totoya Tatsuya: Well, you didn’t mention that last time.
Terence Malone: I was drunk…
Totoya Tatsuya: You’re still drunk…I think those are the same clothes. But, what do you mean by making it ‘safe’?
Terence Malone: You know how studios, ta safe muney, studios makin’ the film, will charge their own movie for use of studio plots and stuff. If he makes manufactured actors and actressesssessses a thing...Then that is about ninety percent of the budget back into the studio that inv’sted it. It’s a tax scam and he is abut to purfuct it.
Totoya Tatsuya: Who is this guy? Cowboy Bebop?
Terence Malone: Take me with ya…
Totoya Tatsuya: Come again?
Terence Malone: I wanna get this guy. Let me join your little crusader buddies…AND BRING DOWN THAT FASCIST PIG DOGS!!!
TL;DR: New element to the story. More boring 2nd act stuff. No, I can’t fast forward to the good parts!
With a fist raised into the air and a second attempt to rise from the couch, he stumbled onto the floor and passed out. I shook my head and stepped back out onto the walk way outside. I whipped out my phone, scrolled through my phone book. With a push of a button, I called up Kumiko.
Totoya Tatsuya: Kumiko? Watashi wa anata ga shinjiru suru tsumori wa arimasen ikutsu ka no nyūsu o motte... Soshite, watashi wa sore o ie ni unten kite anata ga hitsuyō ni narimasu. (Kumiko? I got some news you aren’t going to believe…And I will need you to come drive it home.)
(fin)
TL;DR: Go home.
