Sir. Not-Appearing-In-This-Film

My dear friends. Horrible fears are coming to fruition. Though I had hoped for the best, my hopes are now being vanquished by some kind of terrible vanquishing machine. The kind of machine that takes both starry-eyed dreams and known delusions of grandeur, ingests them into its mighty belly, and the belches them out through its terrible maw, leaving only the pugent stench of former glories and dashed splendor.