Hit the Quota! (Gotta Gotta)

Hey! You!

Over there! Look!

(one, two,

three, go!)

There's a pixelated gremlin on the screen The ugliest thing that I

have ever seen They're free!

That's great! ...Wait. (haha,

oh no)

Does he love me?

Not at all. Does he fill an empty slot?

THAT'S MY BOY!

I see the scheme,

I know the drill They want my time,

they want the thrill But look at him!

Just look at him!

(he is so green and terrible,

yes!)

Hit the quota! Gotta,

gotta! Collect 'em all,

don't ask why!

Hit the quota! Gotta,

gotta! Under the artificial sky!

Look, my spreadsheet

is a work of art

Every gray square breaks my heart If it exists,

it must be mine (I haven't slept since twenty-nine!) Is that a

glowing trash can?

Perfect.

"So,

we increase player retention with small colorful assets." (Wow,

brilliant!) "And they spend forty hours for a cosmetic badge." (Take my

youth! Take it!)

Is he cute?

NO! Is he rare?

NO! Do you even like him?

NO! Then why— EMPTY SLOT!

Hit the quota! Gotta,

gotta! Collect 'em all,

don't ask why!

Hit the quota! Gotta,

gotta!

Under the artificial sky!

I got him.

He does absolutely nothing.

(hahaha, oh my god)