What's this all about?
What's all what about?
This. All this.
That's not a question.
What's this for? What's the purpose behind any of this? Where is this going?
It's going where everything goes, hurling steadfast into a future where, in a cosmic blink, the ripples from our actions have mellowed into the ocean of inconsequence.
Who's behind this?
From my perspective, you're the one who's behind this. Position is all a matter of perspective.
Can you stop being so obtuse?!
No. Absolutely not. Though...maybe I could...
Is there anywhere I can find out more?
It's certainly possible.
Where?
Nearby. But not close.
How about a hint?
That could've been a hint.
How about another hint?
Sure. All you gotta do is go back to the home page, click on the glowing text, and follow the trail from there.
Hey, uh, there was a whole part of this website that I found and—
No there isn't.
No, you're right, there isn't, but there was. And now when I try to go back to it, I can't find it.
That's really not a question. This is an FAQ, not a FSS (Frequently Said Statements).
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Where did the secret part of the website go?
I'm not aware of any secret part of any website. Websites are for public consumption. The insinuation that—
How do I go back to it?
One doesn't ever simply "go back", just forward—though sometimes in reverse.
Stop that!
You stop that! This is my page, you can't come to my page and tell me how to be. You know what? Why don't you get on out of here. Close the tab and delete me from your browser history. Clear the cache too while you're at it! I don't want any memory of you anymore.
Fine! Maybe I will.
Fine!
