me at the mrbeast hospital waitroom eating my mrbeast burger with 1000 other rapidly dying people waiting for the scheduled video where we all finally get to have life saving surgery.
Mr breast walks in the room, he is 286 years old, we all know his age by heart. His body is perfect, so tall and strong, unmarred by scars and growths, He is perfect, divinely perfect, He looks just like he always does, unchanged from even his earliest videos. The room erupts in a chorus of moaning and crying, finally, our pain can end, the long years of 20 hour workdays in the mrbeast factory had finally paid off and we had collected enough mrbeastpoints to ensure our future health coverage. The others hadn't been so lucky, most could not make the trek to the hospital after retirement and died on the street, most never even got to see the outside. He turned to the massive camera suspended from a crane bolted to the ceiling. HEEY GUUUYS TODAY WE ARE GOING TO BE CURING 1000 PEOPLE OF LIFE THREATENING DISEASES! His voice was so clear and loud, so different from the speakers projecting the hundreds of years of mrbeast videos on repeat, over and over again, everywhere from the factory floor to the coffin sized rooms we called home for our entire working lives, Finally he was here, our saviour, our god, and we would be imoortalized for ever in one of his sacred videos, our purpose, our collective dream finally coming true! Many who were lying prone in their beds suddnely sat up wide eyes glued to the beast, trying to speak in hoarse voices before shuddering and falling down still. No matter, they would be forcibly ressurected, at least for a time, to serve in the video. All was well, the system was working, all those years were worth it, it all was worth it. As my vison and hearing faded, I could only think about how perfect everything was.