The Importance of Being a Hardasse

You and you alone see the final door open, revealing a chamber in one of the ancient laboratories at the heart of Disney World. The home of the Imagineers? A glass column of pure, and the Imagineering fluid. That's what they use. It's canon. You're not that guy. I am that guy. It says it on my jumpsuit. Behind you, in another entryway, are hardasses, with all three of your friends. All of you feel the sort of horrifying, sneering presence of these hard-ass dads. No joy, no love. All of them committed to building an endless roof to rule the Dadlands forever. Can't die peat