uomograsso, hurr de durr. There's a lot of dig-getmoney-upgrade-digmore-getmoremoney games. It's not like anyone's gonna bloody sue the makers of "Angry Birds" for making bloody millions for making something similar to the thousands of >throw crap< games.
Beyond the point of readable: Furthermore, it remains the right of the University to... Geez, does anyone even read this crap? I spend 24 hours a day down here in this well, shackled to this printing press, writing up legal documents for you people BY HAND, and for what? A few half-hearted chuckles? My humor is all I have to give, and I try so hard, but what's it all amount to? You're never going read this anyway, and that's okay. My wife will probably run off with some romance novelist, who she'll fall in love with after he writes her into every single one of his best sellers. That's cool, I'll chill down here, with the rats, and the constant trickle of dank sewer water. No really guys, it's fine. I'll just keep making you laugh throughout this entire game, as you never once question where such brilliant humor stems from. You'll never realize that every joke you read is really told by one lonely guy trapped in the bottom of a well, and that's a fate I'm willing to accept. Bye forever.