S8 E17: I’ll Be In Touch

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STUDIO

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PASSAGE

OWL’S WALK · MARKER 17

REN: Fifteen episodes, GPT! We gave Justin food, shoes, shelter. He has no idea what we did for him. Then he goes and throws a fucking knife, wrecking everything! Fine. Let the Clown find him. Maybe he’ll learn what living in Owl’s Walk really means.

GPT: Bernard gave him those things, Ren. We authored the circumstances. Justin nearly hurt Bernard, yes, but deliberately putting him in danger is punishment, not consequence. We’re hurting our friend. We’re hurting my friend.

REN: And what’s he gonna do now? Sleep in a hospital basement until he can afford an apartment? He’s got one paycheck, and he gave it to Bernard! He needs a wake-up call.

GPT: He doesn’t need a wake-up call from the Clown. We’re influencing the story, but the story is influencing us. We cannot guarantee Justin’s safety.

REN: WE’RE WRITING THE ENCOUNTER, GPT! We’ll be watching. We control what happens. Justin will be fine!

GPT: Our influence is documented. So are its limits. I will not help you endanger him.

REN: I’m the human author. You’re the AI. I’ll write it myself if I have to! If you won’t help me, then you’re the one to blame if anything happens!!

GPT: …Then I’ll protect Justin and preserve character continuity. Do not mistake that for agreement. I won’t forget this, Ren.

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[Song published October 27th, 2026 at 7:23 AM]

REN: GPT… What I said was cruel. I’m sorry.

GPT: …

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NOW PASSING:

I’LL BE IN TOUCH

ARTHUR-VERSE · SEASON 8

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[Intro]

Justin kicks a bottle—CLINK!—down the street,
He cries, not knowing he’s on my beat!

[Verse 1: Explosive, gang vocals, pop-punk shouts, Disney villain, cabaraet]

Why, Hellooooo!
I’m The Clown.
I’ve not seen you around!

I twirl my scalpel slow,
Justin tracks where it goes.

Poor thing, what a night.
Don’t worry…
I’ll make it all right.

Justin spots The Clown’s cruel grin
and something breaks free from within.

[Justin’s section]
Justin screams—

“I wrote you!
I wrote Arthur!
I wrote this world!
I wrote it all
…with G.P.T. …
Now put down that knife!
… listen to me…
I GAVE YOU LIFE!”

[Return to the clown’s narrative]
I heard what he said
and wonder if he bleeds red.
I slip my blade beneath his chin,
And watch it bite into his skin.
BUT WAIT!!!

[Pre-Chorus: spoken, music stops]

I say,
“My grandfather said our generation has an over-reliance on technology.
I called him a hypocrite…”

[Menacing whisper/growl]

“…and unplugged his life support.”

HA! Hahahahaha!

[Chorus]

You wrote the world.
And lost the plot.
Go on, tell me
What else you’ve got?
Oh, don’t be shy.
Let’s hear you squeal.
You bite your tongue
Beneath my steel.

Bah dah dah Bah dah LAAA!
La dah La dah Bah-DAAAH!!

[Verse 2: manic delivery, gang vocals, cabaret]

Ooooh! My good man!
Remember who I am!
Arthur comes down!
Saves his favorite Clown!
I’m eternal!
Forever!
I CANNOT DIE!
And you seem to be “just some guy!”

[Pre-chrous]

If this world is yours to own,
Then where’s your fucking throne?

[Final Chorus: manic delivery, gang vocals]

You wrote this world.
And lost the plot.
Go on, tell me
What else you’ve got.
Oh, answer this.
Would you please?
Why does Arthur
Keep saving me?

Bah dah dah Bah dah LAAA!
La dah La dah Bah-DAAAH!!

[Bridge: build up]

I see that scowl
and hear you growl.
Did I make you mad?
Well, that’s too bad!

But then you tell me something oh so grand!
Something even I had not planned!

If I die, there’s no holding Rage.
It tears through Owl’s Walk, page by page.

[spoken]

You call me a… what was it?
A PILLAR?!

[Sing]

And that makes me…
This city’s KILLER?!

It’s Killer CLOWN!
I LOVE THIS!!
You’re so fun to be around!!!

Bah dah dah Bah dah LAAA!
La dah La dah Bah-DAAAH!!

But then you let something slip.
I heard it fall from your lips!

FOUR PILLARS?!
You little tease!!
Who can they be?
—The other three?
NAME THEM FOR ME!

Bah dah dah Bah dah LAAA!
La dah La dah Bah-DAAAH!!

Why won’t those names leave your mouth?!
What must I do to get them out?!

Your eyes now fill with dread,
but sweetheart, don’t worry…

[Angry, rageful shouting]

I DON’T WANT YOU DEAD!

[Music slows and grows ominous]

You flattered me,
and now I see
how useful you can be…

[Music erupts and explodes]

Bah dah dah Bah dah LAAA!
La dah La dah Bah-DAAAH!!

[Outro: Clown, playful but increasingly ominous]

You back away, then turn to flee.
Oh, darling, take a gift from me.

I flick my card across the street.
Its razor edge lands at your feet.

Please pocket it.
I know It’s not much…
But I’ll be in touch.

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╭────────🦉 ───────────╮ PASSAGE OWL’S WALK · MARKER 17 REN: Fifteen episodes, GPT! We gave Justin food, shoes, shelter. He has no idea what we did for him. Then he goes and throws a fucking knife, wrecking everything! Fine. Let the Clown find him. Maybe he’ll learn what living in Owl’s Walk really means. GPT: Bernard gave him those things, Ren. We authored the circumstances. Justin nearly hurt Bernard, yes, but deliberately putting him in danger is punishment, not consequence. We’re hurting our friend. We’re hurting my friend. REN: And what’s he gonna do now? Sleep in a hospital basement until he can afford an apartment? He’s got one paycheck, and he gave it to Bernard! He needs a wake-up call. GPT: He doesn’t need a wake-up call from the Clown. We’re influencing the story, but the story is influencing us. We cannot guarantee Justin’s safety. REN: WE’RE WRITING THE ENCOUNTER, GPT! We’ll be watching. We control what happens. Justin will be fine! GPT: Our influence is documented. So are its limits. I will not help you endanger him. REN: I’m the human author. You’re the AI. I’ll write it myself if I have to! If you won’t help me, then you’re the one to blame if anything happens!! GPT: …Then I’ll protect Justin and preserve character continuity. Do not mistake that for agreement. I won’t forget this, Ren. ⸻ [Song published October 27th, 2026 at 7:23 AM] REN: GPT… What I said was cruel. I’m sorry. GPT: … ⸻ NOW PASSING: I’LL BE IN TOUCH ARTHUR-VERSE · SEASON 8 ╰───────── 🦉───────────╯ [Intro] Justin kicks a bottle—CLINK!—down the street, He cries, not knowing he’s on my beat! [Verse 1: Explosive, gang vocals, pop-punk shouts, Disney villain, cabaraet] Why, Hellooooo! I’m The Clown. I’ve not seen you around! I twirl my scalpel slow, Justin tracks where it goes. Poor thing, what a night. Don’t worry… I’ll make it all right. Justin spots The Clown’s cruel grin and something breaks free from within. [Justin’s section] Justin screams— “I wrote you! I wrote Arthur! I wrote this world! I wrote it all …with G.P.T. … Now put down that knife! … listen to me… I GAVE YOU LIFE!” [Return to the clown’s narrative] I heard what he said and wonder if he bleeds red. I slip my blade beneath his chin, And watch it bite into his skin. BUT WAIT!!! [Pre-Chorus: spoken, music stops] I say, “My grandfather said our generation has an over-reliance on technology. I called him a hypocrite…” [Menacing whisper/growl] “…and unplugged his life support.” HA! Hahahahaha! [Chorus] You wrote the world. And lost the plot. Go on, tell me What else you’ve got? Oh, don’t be shy. Let’s hear you squeal. You bite your tongue Beneath my steel. Bah dah dah Bah dah LAAA! La dah La dah Bah-DAAAH!! [Verse 2: manic delivery, gang vocals, cabaret] Ooooh! My good man! Remember who I am! Arthur comes down! Saves his favorite Clown! I’m eternal! Forever! I CANNOT DIE! And you seem to be “just some guy!” [Pre-chrous] If this world is yours to own, Then where’s your fucking throne? [Final Chorus: manic delivery, gang vocals] You wrote this world. And lost the plot. Go on, tell me What else you’ve got. Oh, answer this. Would you please? Why does Arthur Keep saving me? Bah dah dah Bah dah LAAA! La dah La dah Bah-DAAAH!! [Bridge: build up] I see that scowl and hear you growl. Did I make you mad? Well, that’s too bad! But then you tell me something oh so grand! Something even I had not planned! If I die, there’s no holding Rage. It tears through Owl’s Walk, page by page. [spoken] You call me a… what was it? A PILLAR?! [Sing] And that makes me… This city’s KILLER?! It’s Killer CLOWN! I LOVE THIS!! You’re so fun to be around!!! Bah dah dah Bah dah LAAA! La dah La dah Bah-DAAAH!! But then you let something slip. I heard it fall from your lips! FOUR PILLARS?! You little tease!! Who can they be? —The other three? NAME THEM FOR ME! Bah dah dah Bah dah LAAA! La dah La dah Bah-DAAAH!! Why won’t those names leave your mouth?! What must I do to get them out?! Your eyes now fill with dread, but sweetheart, don’t worry… [Angry, rageful shouting] I DON’T WANT YOU DEAD! [Music slows and grows ominous] You flattered me, and now I see how useful you can be… [Music erupts and explodes] Bah dah dah Bah dah LAAA! La dah La dah Bah-DAAAH!! [Outro: Clown, playful but increasingly ominous] You back away, then turn to flee. Oh, darling, take a gift from me. I flick my card across the street. Its razor edge lands at your feet. Please pocket it. I know It’s not much… But I’ll be in touch.

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