Mr. Freeman, part 32

My every word waking within you a series of very thoughtful... You know how it seems? I say, "People, your bread is finished, need to buy bread." You're goggled, your eyes with open mouth, your eyes popping out with terror, and I hear your screams... BREAD!!!!!!!!!! WE DON'T HAVE BREAD! WHAT TO DO, FREEMAN?! Give US BREAD!!!!!!! And other similar...

Hey! The grocery store is on the corner. I feel like pixels running on my skin because of all these questions. What, all of you have something to ask?! But these questions you must apply to yourself. Or do you think that the cartoon will be out on the street changing your life?! You are crazy. Your life has little interest to me as mine to you.

But I have a question for you: what are you waiting for? Splashing with pus in the comments, sending me sad e-mails. You eat, shit, and laugh. And you wait. Wait for me to tell you what to do. You are bored, scared people! I can't get out through this place, and you have to be an animal not to understand that? Yes, when I wasn't here, something was eating you from inside. Something to shake the ready-to-die your brain sells.

But then Freeman appeared on stage. Warning! Disco!! Everybody following the cartoon! Everyone is happy! Everybody masturbating and laughing! Bread for all and show with tits! Stop. I don't think for you, but teaching you how to think independently. What, you don't like this? Wake up. I do not owe you anything. You owe to... yourself.

Someone stop the war; others change lifestyle. Someone free people, eliminating laws that have lost their meaning. And you? Ah yes, the cartoon didn't tell you what to do. Wake up, people. You are very lucky you have me. Such a thing happens only once in one thousand years. And the time that left is...