Keanuthon

9:19pm. Now is the time in the ‘Thon when we dance. No, we learn.

“Keanu always was the guy”

Falzoné arrives. He is a complete mess. Cup of soup in hand and sans computer rambling about his uncklickable computer. We are all worried. We say nothing. We all exchange knowing looks. No one understands what any of this means. But we know the truth shall rear its ugly, yet pensive, yet furrowed, head. Keanu shall bring us the truth. It shall set Falzoné free – or, if he doesn’t sort his shit out – we will have to set him free and ask him to do something. Yes, something.

“The ‘Thon just isn’t fair” – it is this unfairness that brings us apart.

This “Making of” is long has paucaciousness of the K. But is amusing. Dance fancypants. Dance. Or learn.

Matt has just become The Clarifier. Or, in Matt’s words. “I am The Clarifier.”

J: We’ve only gone through 24 movies.
M: You feeling good or bad?
J: Bad.
M: (Spoken in true Keanu image) Yeah.