So I got in a car crash yesterday. I saw the car fly off the road, and then everything went black.
In my dream, I was the star. It was me.
And then the big man came for a little one-on-one.
But it turned out to be crazy what kind of dunks he had. Air like that is unreal. It doesn't even happen.
After a brief incident involving a ruler, I woke up.
I was in a hospital bed. The doctors told me that they had to perform an emergency heart transplant, but that I was going to be fine now. They said I could go home if I wanted to, so I did.
Once I got home, I began thinking about my dream. Eventually, I reached the only logical conclusion. I had been Bionicle, and the big man was Hero Factory. Now I knew what it felt like to be stabbed in the back by the company that created me, and it was horrible.
Bionicle didn't deserve this, but what's done is done. All we can do now is try our hardest to convince Lego to bring it back. If that's what you're going to do, I want to help. If we can get enough people to tell Lego they want Bionicle back, they'll have to bring it back. It's just common sense.
To put it simply, I'm sorry if I've ever tried to force my ridiculous views on your infallible logic. All I want now is for you to forgive me and let me join your club. Is that too much to ask?