When I first ordered this phone, I had all my hair. I was young and full of life… All this time later, my hair is gone. I’m now a father to three kids—strange, since I never met the lady who says they’re mine. I sold my bike, my rare three-legged dog, and even the TV that came with my house. I don’t see much these days because I relied on the light from that TV, as all my lightbulbs are gone. No money for new ones.
I was hoping this phone would arrive, and I could use its built-in light to see around my home again. But no… I wait some more. With no light. Sure, I could open the curtains, but that’s *too much* light. I battle on.
The pre-order gang looked on, concerned, as Anakin seemed to spiral into madness. Years of battling in the Clone Wars had already left their mark, but it was the endless wait for his iPhone 16 Pro Max that seemed to finally push him over the edge. His rants had become erratic, and the group was torn—was it Sky’s fault or had they lost their leader to the darkness? It was a mess for everyone involved.
