>Gesticulocation -> REMOVAL OF UNWANTED BLEMISHES
DIRK: Get to fixin' that... There we go.
DIRK: I don't know what the fuck I'm doing with my life, man.
DIRK: I'm having way too much...
DIRK: Too much fun, honestly. More than I could ever possibly deserve.
DIRK: I keep preaching all of this shit about like... vigilance. Quaint shit like that.
DIRK: Like maybe if I don't try and take on everything myself and just sort of ambiently put my ideas and values out there, everyone will just sort of figure things out on their own and I won't have to be fucking.
DIRK: Paranoid all the time about things falling apart, or to be busting my ass and ruining my relationships trying to keep a handle on things.
DIRK: But isn't that just an excuse? You know? To get what I really want.
DIRK: Is the peacebinding of my spirit's blade my pathetic soul-deep confession that, maybe all I really wanted all this time was to be free from responsibility, to do boundary-breaking puppet theater every night and go home and fuck my husband and go to bed all smug and self-satisfied and feeling good about myself?
DIRK: That, despite all my pretensions to glory, I just wanted to have a real life.
DIRK: Something is obviously wrong here, right? With this planet. With this whole... situation.
DIRK: Pretty convenient, right? Oh, you won the game. Here's your perfect world. All the bad guys are gone now. Don't worry about the portals between your 'safe new world' and the old session. Don't worry about the monsters, they probably will stop appearing so abundantly soon, and it's probably not a big deal that they keep getting stronger.
DIRK: Don't worry about the fact that your denizen keeps talking to you in your sleep. Forget about those nightmares you keep having where you're...
DIRK: Where Dave looks so scared of you.