[Even then, he still can't go on immediately. He first has to sneak his hand up under his shades to rub at the inner corners of his eyes, like the question has so blindsided him that he has to further shield his face and gather the scattered pieces of a blown mind.]
Okay. Okay, I confess I shoulda seen this coming from L given his entire plate armor everything, but you, girl... Okay. I'll just explain it like you're a couple of cave people and I'm the one throwing shadow puppets on the wall of perceivable existence.
[He presses both palms together in front of his face like a pilgrim to a shrine, then sighs.]
Okay. So like, you know how jackasses with fuck all to say still try to get the universe's attention to say it, be it by signage or raising their voice louder than the environmental average or even by, like, the screenage we've got going on around the city? Social media's just the collective term for a bunch of platforms for sharing exactly that bullshit, but on the interconnected system of screens and devices that allows you to reach goddamn everyone near goddamn instantaneously.
So if I got the lamebrained idea in my rugged metaphysical skull to show off that clip of me that's already going around, I could post it--you know, like nailing it to the door of the church, except what I'm nailing it to is the virtual neon marquee of my various social media accounts--and if my kowtowing followers like it, they could re-nail it up on theirs so their followers could see, setting off a chain of exposure and engagement such that a thing can spread all over the place in a matter of hours or less. You follow? Like... putting a poster up in your window and then everyone on the block putting up the same poster until it spreads through the whole city, but on your phone.
It's the fastest way to get bullshit any traction, yo. How were you thinking to market yourselves, lost dog flyers?
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Okay. Okay, I confess I shoulda seen this coming from L given his entire plate armor everything, but you, girl... Okay. I'll just explain it like you're a couple of cave people and I'm the one throwing shadow puppets on the wall of perceivable existence.
[He presses both palms together in front of his face like a pilgrim to a shrine, then sighs.]
Okay. So like, you know how jackasses with fuck all to say still try to get the universe's attention to say it, be it by signage or raising their voice louder than the environmental average or even by, like, the screenage we've got going on around the city? Social media's just the collective term for a bunch of platforms for sharing exactly that bullshit, but on the interconnected system of screens and devices that allows you to reach goddamn everyone near goddamn instantaneously.
So if I got the lamebrained idea in my rugged metaphysical skull to show off that clip of me that's already going around, I could post it--you know, like nailing it to the door of the church, except what I'm nailing it to is the virtual neon marquee of my various social media accounts--and if my kowtowing followers like it, they could re-nail it up on theirs so their followers could see, setting off a chain of exposure and engagement such that a thing can spread all over the place in a matter of hours or less. You follow? Like... putting a poster up in your window and then everyone on the block putting up the same poster until it spreads through the whole city, but on your phone.
It's the fastest way to get bullshit any traction, yo. How were you thinking to market yourselves, lost dog flyers?