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1) Tread carefully whelp, you have much to overcome.

I completely forgot Jake was a shaman. It’s not really mentioned in DMS.

2) “I don’t think it’s catching on,“ Milhouse lamented, “Maybe Bart was right…“
Nelson scoffed, “Bart is a quitter. The only things he’s good at are the things he’s done well right away. That’s not a measure of anything.“
Milhouse felt Nelson’s’ arms wrap gently around him, followed by a peck on his cheek.
“These things take time,“ Nelson continued, “Just pace yourself and chans will be plastered with your face before you know it. You’ll be famous!“
Milhouse could feel his face redden, “You really thinks so?“
A hard slap across Milhouse back preceded Nelson’s response, “Are you calling me wrong?!
Milhouse reached his hands up and nervously adjusted his glasses, “No sir!“
Nelson’s arms relaxed around Milhouse again, “Good. Make me proud. You don’t have to succeed, but it would be better if you did.“

3) I might be. Don’t know if it’ll happen though.

You’re right about the background! And I’ve never even thought about changing it. I love it so much!

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1) Lyra: From me? Certainly! Probably not from Bon-Bon though.

Bon-Bon: It’s nothing personal. I’m just not that into hugs- extenuating circumstances aside.

2) And now it’s time for a very special reading of… The Meme That Never Was.

Chapter 1. Milhouse was walking home from school with his friend Bart. “Gosh Bart, those DE-motivational posters you showed me in computer class sure were funny!“
“Yeah,“ Bart replied, “But they’ve kinda gotten stale. They’re an old and tired meme.“
“What’s a meme?“ Milhouse asked.
Bart raised an eyebrow at the question, but answered with a smile all the same, “They’re groups of funny pictures or ideas that are, you know, related.“
Milhouse’s eyes grew large, “Do you think I could be a meme, Bart?“
Bart laughed. “You can’t be a meme, Milhouse! No one person can!“ And with that Bart lighted upon his skateboard and sped off home.
Milhouse stopped and watched Bart leave. But there was a fire in his eyes. “What if…“ He said to himself quietly, “What if…“