a hylian girl looks out her back window. the hero of time is out there, behind the shed, screaming and hitting a box with a dismembered skeleton arm. the box shatters, and he scrambles to gather all the scattered apples into his bag. then he takes down his manbun to tie a bandana around his head, and takes a flying leap at a flat and featureless cliff. he climbs. fifty feet up, he stops and shoves a fish into his mouth. “there he goes,” her mother says. “he’s going to save us all.”
We’ve reached a point in time where something like Happy Tree Friends, once a well known internet cartoon, is so irrelevant that the youth can be tricked like this
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