Ralph, after a long, hard say of slaving away at his computer. His eyes bulging out from the intense staring at the monitor, fingers shaking from his early parkisons disease, and breathing unstable. He looks up at his ceiling, contemplating when the pain will end. If he could just get the update out, it will all be better. But the community wants more. They always will. It wont ever be satisfied. Ever.

I thought Ralph’s glasses were like an extension of his body

This is ew