The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

we can only engage in such a way

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i want to do that too

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine