Mr Freeman, part 32

Every word that I utter makes you blast out thoughtful, dumb… You know what that looks like? I tell you all: «People, looks like you're outta bread. You need to buy some bread.» You look at me dumbfounded — jaw dropped, eyes bulging in terror — And then the roar comes. Bread! We've got no bread! Freeman, HELP! GIVE — US — SOME BREAD!! Etcetera… Hey — grocery store's around the corner. I feel pixels running up and down my spine from the questions dangling over me. What, everybody has questions for me? But all of these are questions you really should be asking yourselves. Or do you think a cartoon character is going to storm out into the streets and change your lives?! You are insane! My life is entertained by yours no more than yours is entertained by mine. But also have a question: What are you waiting for? You boil up with bile in your comments, you write me emotional e-mails, you're eating, shitting, laughing... and waiting. You're waiting for me to tell you what you need to do! You're just a bunch of lazy cowards! I can't actually climb out of the internet you'd have to be some kind of dumb goat to not understand that! Yes, before I came along, it was something torturing you from inside. Some worm was furrowing through your withering brain cells. But then Freeman takes the stage. Why, hi, there! Time to DISCO-O-O-O-O! Everyone, follow the cartoon guy! Everyone is happy! Everyone's jerkin' off and laughing! Bread and circuses for everybody! With ti-i-i-its! Freeze! I...