Huh? What? Oh, yes. The write-up about the shirt. Just gimme a second. I need more stone for my Castle Of Woe.

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Are you still here? Dude, I told you, I’m on it. Can’t you see I’m busy researching? Dang.

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WHAT. DO YOU. WANT? Fine. FINE. You want a write-up? Here’s a write-up for you.

“It’s a shirt. Lots of people wear shirts. Perhaps you would like to wear a shirt. You probably should considering many places won’t let you in without one. Oh, look! It’s even got a Minecraft reference on it. Lovely! I quite enjoy Minecraft. Or at least I could if some double-dumb, low-life, Luddite with the mental power of a stillborn weasel wasn’t standing over my shoulder and complaining about where his stupid write-up was.”

There. Are we done here? Because I’ve got a dungeon to build before my shift ends, “boss” or whatever you’re calling yourself nowadays.

Wear this shirt: and enjoy the confused stares of those around you who have no idea what it references.

Don’t wear this shirt: if even the act of virtual building seems too arduous a task, you lazy bum.

This shirt tells the world: “These kids today, they play these violent games and then go out into the world just punching things and expecting to collect building resources. Is that really what we want? A generation of dirt and tree punching freaks?”

We call this color: Dig That Crazy Coal Black

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