Ò̸̝n̷̝̳͔̈́̌ẹ̵̰͔̾̀ ̵̹̗̀͐͝ͅd̶̫̺̎̕i̴͎̤͓͊̀͝m̸͍̰̀e̸̗͂͑̈́ņ̶̡͂s̸̞͊ì̵̢̛o̶̲̱͗͑̃ṉ̷͗, two dimensions, three dimensions, seven. You are a c̸̭̗͝h̴̡̢̺͒̒î̶̠̅̏l̵͓͚͚̀̊d̴͕̔̽̊ ̶̮͐̔͋g̷̜͑͛̏e̷̟̖͍͆̑̓n̷̯̬̖̑̊̏i̵̧̻̇̕ǘ̷̠͙̼s̵̻͔̮̿ ̸̲̊̃͝w̶̺̄ẖ̸̱͓̔͝ȍ̴̗̈́͝ ̶̼̭̎̈́͘t̵̫̃̏̋͜ͅh̵̖͕͖̎̾̊ē̶͖̤ọ̵͂r̴̭̻̂̍̅í̸͖̘̺̉z̴̪̳͙̄͊̀e̷͓̜̎ḍ̴̲̰̿͑ ̵͇̱͕̅ḩ̶̳̈̀o̶͙̣̣̍̂͛w̸̝͎̘̑̈́̊ to access the seventh dimension. In your spare time you compose piano music in the gospel blues g̴̹̿͌͗e̸̙͎̅̆n̴̫͎͋̚r̷̨̫͑̈̋e̷̙̠͒. Even though you're smart, you're still a kid and enjoy movies about cyclopes and football. You do p̴̥̰̑̎á̵̪͙̊r̵͈̽̈́́t̶͙̅̉͝ ̶̼̝̜̏͘t̵̩̩̪̍ị̷̓m̵̩͔̱̅͠ē̷̢̬̫ ̸̪̫͚̑͊͝ẁ̶͖̟͇ö̴̪̪̖ř̸͕̲̪ǩ̷̛̦ͅ for The Syndicate because they offered you a near unlimited supply of baked italian sandwiches.