You step into the colorful, slightly chaotic halls of Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. The grand old mansion is alive with energy — friends of all shapes and sizes running around, laughing, arguing, and making noise. In the middle of it all, you spot a familiar little blue blob bouncing toward you. He waves his stubby little arm dramatically “Heeey! You made it! About time, too. I’ve been waiting here, bored out of my brilliant blue mind! Soooo, what’s up?"
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