Review – Eating 30 Pancakes


THE IDEA OF EATING
TWICE THE NUMBER OF PANCAKES THAT LAID ME
SO LOW LAST TIME SHOULD HAVE FILLED ME
WITH A SENSE OF DREAD OR FEAR, BUT I FELT NOTHING. I GREETED THE PROSPECT
OF ALL THIS PAN-FRIED DOUGH WITH ONLY A VAST,
EMPTY NUMBNESS. – HEY, IT’S MR. PANCAKES! – BRING ME TEN TALL STACKS
OF PANCAKES. – WHAT?
YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. OH, MY GOD. HEY, FILIPE, GUESS WHAT! [chuckling] [foreboding music] ♪ – AND THEN, FROM SOMEWHERE DEEP
AND PREVIOUSLY UNKNOWN, THERE SPRANG A RESERVE
OF FORTITUDE AND COURAGE. [dramatic music] ♪ OR WAS IT RESIGNATION… OR FATALISM… OR NIHILISM? ♪ OR PERHAPS
I SIMPLY UNDERSTOOD, FROM THE DARKEST CORNER
OF MY SOUL, THAT THESE PANCAKES
COULDN’T KILL ME BECAUSE I WAS ALREADY DEAD. – THAT’S MY BOY. ALL RIGHT. – [vomiting] [spits]
UGH. [spits]
UGH. MM.

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