Now imagine that just as you've found your speed in this format by conjuring the murkily-aged yelling child who forces from you the best that you've got your imaginary child is taken away. In their place, someone puts a more specific imaginary audience member. This one is clearly a baby.
The baby has a note taped to them. The note says, “I can't read. I can't talk. I don't care about stories or plots, classically speaking, or characters as they're usually defined.
What do you have for me?” 
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