I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it. - Moon (at an orphanage)

I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well.

This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

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Moon, thank you for your anti-piracy message. My uncle is a proud Valve employee and anytime a game gets pirated they take him into a dark, rusty room and push his prostate for hours on end as punishment. It warms my heart knowing people like you have the worker's interests and well being in mind.

Curse you, Asher! I hereby vow! You will rue this day! Behold, a true moon warrior! And I, Andy! Your fears made flesh! Solid of scale you might be, foul moonman... But I will riddle with holes your rotten hide! With a hail of harpoons! With every last drop of my being!