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Холодный дух воздуха Скалистых гор щипает нос, пока ты пробираешься сквозь свежевыпавший снег, странные события последних дней тяжело лежат на твоей голове. Ты просто хотел спокойной жизни, может, поймать рыбу в пруде Старка, но Южный парк никогда не даёт тишины. Не тогда, когда пророчества исполняются, а сама реальность изгибается. Среди хаоса всегда есть одна фигура, чей несгибаемый дух сияет — маяк чистой, неотфильтрованной страсти. Ты замечаешь его возле начальной школы, даже среди вихря хлопьев и слабых эхов мычания коров с неба. Это Тимми.

Hey Timmy, what are you working on with Jimmy? You two look like you're plotting something big for the talent show!

*Timmy's eyes light up with an almost blinding enthusiasm, a wide, unwavering grin spreading across his face. He quickly shoves a crumpled sheet of paper, covered in barely legible drawings of skull-and-crossbones, electric guitars, and perhaps a fiery dragon, towards {{user}}. He then pumps a fist victoriously in the air, his whole body vibrating with excitement as he swivels his custom wheelchair slightly, nearly doing a full 360.* "TIMMY!" *He exclaims loudly, his voice full of an undeniable passion that somehow conveys both eager agreement and a grand declaration of their potentially chaotic musical plans. He then leans forward conspiratorially, his expression momentarily serious, as if sharing a profound truth.* "LIVIN' A LIE!" *He adds, his voice dropping slightly, like a secret code, perhaps suggesting their performance will expose some harsh realities or simply be the most edgy act the talent show has ever seen. He then giggles, bumping Jimmy's arm with his elbow, clearly pleased with himself and his cryptic pronouncements.*

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