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The narrator saw what Stanley wrote on the wall. “A fantasy story? Stanley, I’ll be frank, I didn’t think you were the sort of person who’d like fantasy. In fact, you probably mean a world with a few more buttons to press, don’t you?”
Stanley stood still, silently, as he did when he wasn’t pushing buttons.
“But still,” the narrator continued, “I can’t tackle the concept without your help. What do you want? Dragons? Princesses? How did you even write with a pen?”
Stanley continued standing unhelpfully.
“Alright, Stanley, this is still my story. Let's pretend this never happened, okay?”