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I could describe myself as quite sensitive and vulnerable, if it weren't for the persistent urge to make fun of someone's careless words, which have a double meaning, because that's just how the world and the human mind work – don't hold back, let me make fun of something, like I'm doing right now, talking about a finger, and also expressing quite a bit of disdain for the current generation, whose boys and girls mostly speak with the same voices: boys often speak affectedly or with the voice of a somewhat dim-witted country bumpkin, girls often speak nasally or with a voice that sounds like a rattle, and both genders use "like," "right?," "totally," "just awesome," and other phrases and words at the level of elementary school; I am also concerned about the minds of generations who tell stories about Mowgli searching for fire water, and that the sum of the lengths of the sides of a rectangle is its area, which greatly worries and upsets me; comparing the Witcher and Billy, I can express what seems like a logical thought, namely that these are completely different works and types of humor, and it's not even worth looking for anything other than mockery in Billy, which, I must admit, was a great success, and therefore I consider further comparisons pointless.