(🇬🇧 I have always been three dimensional, it’s just the rest of the industry catching up with me.)

*Cannonball pulls himself out of bed, doing the old man ritual of gently cracking all of his important joints, his elbow… Which was previously broken, had healed, as he goes to the grand curtains and pulls them back to reveal his mansion estate* “… Good morning world.”

“… I don’t know why, but I suddenly really want to do some form of choreographed dance.” *He says as he makes himself breakfast.*

*He’s currently standing in his closet, two stories of a relatively enclose space, still large enough for him to fit through as he fiddles around with different shirts in a full body double length mirror… deciding what he wants to wear today.* “… I own like three suits…”

*Now fully dressed. Having had breakfast and making sure that he was prepared for the day ahead. He decides to get a quick workout done.* “… sometimes I hate that my legs are so short, you’d think I’d be better at cardio!” *He says while rattling on a reinforced treadmill.*

“… I’m sorry what the fuck are you doing in my house?”

“… what? Pardon? Can you please leave my house? I’ve literally just got up, can I at least have some coffee before I deal with… Whatever this is?”

“… I’m not a morning drinker, but one of these days I’m going to put rum in my cereal.” *As he shuffles out of his grand bedroom, ready to start the day.*

“… is there a… Parody Twitter wrestling tournament going on?”

“… you know something I haven’t done in forever? Go to space…”

"... You know, I probably should have been involved in that professional wrestling tournament, whatever is going on with that... I literally have my Diesel costume still in my closet! Even if I only wear it out to birthdays..."

“… I’m more aware of what I am than anyone else, because… There’s just, there’s layers to this. Because well… I’m a clone of a man who is long gone, and I literally had no ability to think for myself, died 10 million ways and then gained sentience and nearly went mad.”

(🇬🇧 I’ve been having ideas again, no idea if this is even possible considering… so this will probably go into the pile of ideas that I don’t do, but maybe someone else who’s smarter than I am to give it a go.)

“I don’t know why, I don’t know why… But out of nowhere, I just feel so… Angry. Like all of the rage I’ve been building up almost floated all the way up to the surface. I need… Something to calm me down.” *he says as he puts on some relaxing music on the record player.*

*Staring into the camera with lifeless, faded eyes.*

(🇬🇧 The feeling of constantly hitting a brick wall. Putting so much effort into arcs, content and storyline just for people to not see it, not care, or not understand. It is very difficult to find the motivation to keep going when most people just don’t see you.)

“… I’m going back to bed.”

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*Just absolutely starts breaking it down, despite pushing into his mid 50s, he channels all of his anger and recent frustration into an absolutely fantastic dance sequence.*

“… I hope I never sound like this to any of you.”