YOU REALIZE, NOSTALGIA CRITIC, you are about...to enter...a world...close to Britannia. Ah, smell it, Spoonsters. DO YOU, NOSTALGIA CRITIC, look for a place to hide? Or do you, Nostalgia Critic, face the challenge that may be more powerful THAN EVER YOU ARE, NOSTALGIA CRITIC!? You, Nostalgia Critic, must self-destruct so that you will know, Nostalgia Critic, who is...The Chosen One. FOR NOSTALGIA CRITIC, I am not the Chosen One...that you speak of... I am not... I, Nostalgia Critic, am...The Spoony One.
