Strangers who call themselves my friends tell me that I still have a... real life? I don't know what that is and I don't really care either. They keep talking about how I have to work and how I keep forgetting who I really am, but John told me not to listen to them, and who would I trust? Those strangers or my best friend John?
Anyways, it's time to feed some chickens and plant more pumpkins. That's all I need in this life. Farewell.

Strangers who call themselves my friends tell me that I still have a... real life? I don't know what that is and I don't really care either. They keep talking about how I have to work and how I keep forgetting who I really am, but John told me not to listen to them, and who would I trust? Those strangers or my best friend John? Anyways, it's time to feed some chickens and plant more pumpkins. That's all I need in this life. Farewell.