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World’s gone to shit at the mercy of Blofelds who must not have left any would-be usurpers unattended with their attractive assistants (my single-line treatment for a Lex Luthor-centered film would be for him to be frustrated by the one he can’t just shoot dead), and I’m Vana’diel-ing it in Hisui this time, delighted that the Switch firmware had extended its Bluetooth connectivity to include headsets, though the immersion is not without effect upon my psyche: I dreamed of a new generation of Pokémon but for adults, which I suppose already has candidates, and one that resembled Team Rocket Jesse could read my mind by enlarging her anime eyes. Seems directing lascivious thoughts toward her prevented aggroing.