H3 Soundbites -

“Thank you, Ian,” Ethan said, pointing at the glass booth. “That’s exactly how I feel.”

Hila, knitting a tiny sweater for one of their dogs, didn’t look up. “Just ignore him, Ethan.” h3 soundbites

A distorted, squeaky voice cut through the studio: “Little scrawny boy… little scrawny boy…” “Thank you, Ian,” Ethan said, pointing at the

The guest sneered, “Let’s be honest, Ethan. Your whole career is just reacting to other people’s content.” ” Ethan said

“You see?” Ethan finally said, wiping his eyes. “You see what you’re dealing with? You’re not arguing with me. You’re arguing with a goblin, a failed DJ, a silent genius, and thirty thousand soundbites.”