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>George: I skip the cutscenes
>George: Heheyeah
>*George nods aggressively*
>Jerry: You skip them?
>George: Skip 'em
>Jerry: All of them?
>George: All of 'em, Jerry
>Jerry: Why would you skip ALL the cutscenes? How are you supposed to know what's going on?
>Jerry: You're just wondering around aimlessly, completely lost...
>*Jerry flails his arms around pretending to be confused*
>George: Jerry...
>*George sighs as he takes off his glasses and massages his eyes with his fingers*
>George: Back in the day
>George: Sure, I'd watch them
>George: Hell, I even liked them
>George: When writers had life experience
>George: They were in the war
>George: They could build a house with nothing but the shirt on their back.
>George: I wish I could build a house.
>*Jerry smirks and rolls his eyes*
>George: These people, Jerry, they were REAL people.
>George: They had a story to tell.
>George: Now?
>*Elaine walks in*
>Geroge: Everyone's a woman, or black, or gay...
>Jerry: Not that there's anything wrong with that
>George: Not that there's anything wrong with that
>*Elaine has a condescending look on her face*
>Elaine: I thought the KKK meeting was a 6
>George: These new writers, they don't have a life experience.
>Jerry: The hardest thing they've had to do in their lives is speak to their Uber Eats delivery driver
>Jerry: And that single human interaction gave them PTSD
>George: These people don't have a story to tell
>George: They're just games about nothing.
>Jerry: They're games about nothing.
>Elaine: Oh boy...
>Elaine: Aren't you two a little old to be playing children's video games?
>*Kramer walks in, everybody claps*
>George: I skip the cutscenes
>George: Heheyeah
>*George nods aggressively*
>Jerry: You skip them?
>George: Skip 'em
>Jerry: All of them?
>George: All of 'em, Jerry
>Jerry: Why would you skip ALL the cutscenes? How are you supposed to know what's going on?
>Jerry: You're just wondering around aimlessly, completely lost...
>*Jerry flails his arms around pretending to be confused*
>George: Jerry...
>*George sighs as he takes off his glasses and massages his eyes with his fingers*
>George: Back in the day
>George: Sure, I'd watch them
>George: Hell, I even liked them
>George: When writers had life experience
>George: They were in the war
>George: They could build a house with nothing but the shirt on their back.
>George: I wish I could build a house.
>*Jerry smirks and rolls his eyes*
>George: These people, Jerry, they were REAL people.
>George: They had a story to tell.
>George: Now?
>*Elaine walks in*
>Geroge: Everyone's a woman, or black, or gay...
>Jerry: Not that there's anything wrong with that
>George: Not that there's anything wrong with that
>*Elaine has a condescending look on her face*
>Elaine: I thought the KKK meeting was a 6
>George: These new writers, they don't have a life experience.
>Jerry: The hardest thing they've had to do in their lives is speak to their Uber Eats delivery driver
>Jerry: And that single human interaction gave them PTSD
>George: These people don't have a story to tell
>George: They're just games about nothing.
>Jerry: They're games about nothing.
>Elaine: Oh boy...
>Elaine: Aren't you two a little old to be playing children's video games?
>*Kramer walks in, everybody claps*
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