[Sound a a doorbell ringing.] “AHOY there! YARRRR, I have a delivery for ye, Mr, um, Hugh Mann.” “What? That can’t be right. I never ordered anything.” “No, no, I’m pretty sure ye did. I couldn’t help but notice ye’re having a parade out back. It’s very nice. Wouldn’t want anything unfortunate t' happen t' it.” “Er, yeah. Anyway, I guess I’ll sign for this so ye can go.” [Gigantic rain cloud emerges from box 'n ravages parade.] “NOOOOOOOO.” [Gabe Newell throws down his delivery cap 'n flees into a nearby alleyway, cackling maniacally.]

E3, ladies 'n gentlemen.

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