I had a dream last night that we were at Vidcon and you were supposed to give a talk. Every time you started to speak, you would get two words out and then I would push you away from the podium and yell loudly into the mic about Tide with Bleach. Then, I would turn it back to you and we'd repeat the pattern. Eventually, I just started pouring Tide with Bleach all over you until you drowned and then I dragged you off the stage. The sentence you kept trying to say was, "Free expression is bleached when money turns the tide."
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