ประกIn a shocking turn of events, I've found myself trapped in an infinite loop of despair. It seems I've been tasked with reviewing the same sock puppet show for the 17th time. I've seen it all, folks. The puppet's existential crisis, the puppet's crippling anxiety, the puppet's utter lack of socks. It's all just a never-ending cycle of sadness.
But fear not, dear reader, for I've learned to find the silver lining. Or, at the very least, the slightly-darker-than-usual lining. It's not just a show about a sock puppet, it's an allegory for the human condition. It's a commentary on the futility of existence. It's a... well, it's just a show about a sock puppet.