He entered the bed, quietly. 4:30am, Friday. Didn’t want to disturb her but she was. Waiting for him
– insert dialogue, she said, for the entrance of your character into the novel that is subjected to an imminent existential choice …
– oh yeah, what kind?
– i dunno but just … oh you know what? Here comes the protagonist now, you can. Ask him yourself ..
M: Hey, what’s up?
– Yo, I wanted to know. What are you hiding?!?!?!?!
M: Come with me. See here, the ring of the serpent/prism. And tRod of Skyreal: but hey give it to newbies all the time, that dumbass HR tech, yknow?