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[Jay's full attention is on the screen, but behind him, Archie's dug his front paws into the napkin ball and is kicking at it furiously with his back feet. He's disemboweling the napkin. Truly, a mighty hunter.]

'Supposed to' being the operative word, I guess. Words. The nineties were weird.

[Still, this means Tim has actually heard of Sonic before, which means Jay isn't entirely starting from nothing.]

I got the options set, so, uh, just press the...the button on the right there, with "Start" on it. That should...start. Might have to switch controllers if it gives you Tails.

[postictal]

...all right.

[He doesn't know half this jargon, but he suspects he's going to have to learn. This is what "birthdays," apparently, are: learning to play as pixellated hedgehogs and listen to irritating soundbytes as they clip through levels on occasion.]

[It's still a better birthday than he can ever remember having.]

[That counts for something.]