Here we are, sitting at the kitchen table. Shane turns on You're the Best Around. You know, the classic fight song from Karate Kid that I love. So I'm singing it, cause that's what I do. Sarah takes my hand, looks me in the eyes, and says five momentous words:
"Amy, this is your song."
My life is complete. I am the best around. Nothing's gonna ever keep me down.
Take that Alex. I have a theme song, and it has nothing to do with South Park. AKA your evil agenda has been defeated and is running away with it's tail between it's legs.
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thank you for validating my existence, you lovely person!