[verse]
Weekly seems the bestest option,
For locking away my games.
It won't be them all, just a short game a month,
And then I'll unlock them for you once again.

[pre-chorus]
So don't worry, you'll play it the same.
Whether patron or not,
You might play it a lot,
Or perhaps not a jot,
When I pop it onto the site.

-=-=-
A Game A Week plays through the night.
-=-=-

[chorus]
Play Play Play all the games that I'm making. (twee twee twiddle-dee-dee)
Whether soon on the Patreon, or just a week later. (la la la la laa la la laaa)
Come up on to the site and play hundreds of games, (doo doo doo doooo)
And in just seven days there'll be something brand new you can play.
(dee dee dee deeee)

[break]
(Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play)

[bridge]
Just wait and be patient,
The games will be here.
They'll turn up some day,
And then everyone can play.
If you think that I'm cheap,
Then consider the fact,
That there's hundreds of games,
And they're free, so take that.

[break]
(Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play)

[pre-chorus]
So don't worry, you'll play it the same.
Whether patron or not,
You might play it a lot,
Or perhaps not a jot,
When I pop it onto the site.

-=-=-
A Game A Week plays through the night.
-=-=-

[chorus]
Play Play Play all the games that I'm making. (twee twee twiddle-dee-dee)
Whether soon on the Patreon, or just a week later. (la la la la laa la la laaa)
Come up on to the site and play hundreds of games, (doo doo doo doooo)
And in just seven days there'll be something brand new you can play.
(dee dee dee deeee)

(Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play)
[break]

[outro]
Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play, Play

JNKCE20250126

The Sunday Service

Int. Dave's Living Room
[Dave is watching through his window as neighbours walk past in their Sunday best]

Dave: Something's afoot again.
Lady Computer: [displays picture of a church]
Dave: Yes, but they're all carrying things. Suspicious things.

[Dave tries to figure out what's being carried]
Dave: Hmm. I need to investigate.

[Dave opens his front door, immediately stepping into goo]
Dave: Oh. Still sticky.
Geoff: [approaching with a covered dish] Morning Dave!
Dave: Hi Steve. What's everyone doing?
Geoff: Geoff. I was heading to... say, have you noticed how sticky the street's been lately?
Dave: [nervously] Oh?
Geoff: Been absolute murder on my new shoes. Must be the weather.
Dave: Yes! The weather! Definitely the weather!
Geoff: Strange though, it seems worse around our street.
Dave: Weather can be very... localised.

[Mrs Thompson passes by with a Victoria sponge]
Geoff: Just the other day, one of my 24-hour deliveries took 25 hours, when the delivery driver had to unstick himself.
Dave: Gosh. That's pretty weird, huh?
Geoff: And I found my newspaper glued to the path yesterday.
Dave: Was it a ginger cat?
Geoff: What?
Dave: Never mind. How come your paper was lying on the path? Did they not put it through your postbox?
Geoff: They couldn't. That's stuck, too.
Dave: Hmm.. Crazy weather, huh..?
Geoff: Steve said you had a plan to clean things up, though.
Dave: Yeah, um. I bought some fizz.
Geoff: You think that'll shift it?
Dave: I think so, if I can code the splitting mechanics just right, we should be able to clean things up.
Geoff: I'll let you get back to that, then. Good luck.

[End credits as Geoff leaves]