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Fix things that can be fixed.

You'd think.

Is this the part where we're those pretentious teenage kids wondering why grown-ups are messing up the world or what have you?

Seems so. But, hey, at least we're doing stuff.

At least there's that!

And we're awesome -- we've got that, too!

We so do. We rock it.

And everyone else is just jealous of our inherent awesome-ness.

Or they would be if they were aware of our inherent awesome-ness.

Deep down, they know the truth.

We can hope.

Indeed!

But being cocky wouldn't do, 'course.

Of course!

Maybe if we were cocky really quietly it'd be okay?

( considers this. . . ) It could work, yes.

Then again, could we really stop ourselves?