I'm not sure when it started, but at some point in my life every time I saw Stephen Hawking on the news I would start to envision this scenario of him and I chilling at his house of ramps or something. Then at some point he pops off some sideways ass comment at me with his little keyboard voice and I would just his push ass over.
I'd be like "Fuck you Steve," and I would start walking away and then I'd hear some muffled ass "bebop dip boop" shit from his chair. I come back and scream over him. He doesn't reply. I walk away and then you'd hear a really low sounding "bebop di booooooppppppp bung".
Not sure why I shared that horrible vision, but it just feels so real in my heart sometimes.
I kid. Sort of.
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