Once inside, I'm thrown into a totally unfamiliar culture. "Will Numa Numa for Glomp." What strange language is this? It seems to follow the basic syntax of English, but what do those words mean? I'm surrounded by the strange mysteries of anime…
It's immediately apparent that I'm underdressed. I seem to have committed the first faux pas of the anime convention: I showed up without my costume. I become a little bit self-conscious about my appearance. No worries, though: with my moth-eaten sweater, protruding shirttails and unshaven countenance, I'm pulling off a pretty good "big sloppy guy" costume.
See? This guy is rocking the same basic costume idea, and he fits right in.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
Cons: causes bad nightmares. I used to have to eat beef until I passed out to have these kind of terrors, but this machine does it for me every time I fall asleep inside it.
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