Your aspect ratio’s wrong. Stretching the truth this long sows fertile ground for artifacts, glitches, quirks & bugs, worming & squirming beneath pixel shrugs. The worst kind plump the frame to god- awful proportions, bloating bigger & bigger & bigger ‘til vision’s engulfed. Or the kind that squeeze spaghetti confetti onto our plates, drenched in the Sauce of the Week that “can’t be beat!”. Your skewed parallax attacks the facts at hand. Recycle your ******* fax machine this second before it grows smarter than you. Yes, you—with the rolly polly eyes & feint surprise— quit pretending you’re dumb, 'cause you ain’t that numb to the stings & pangs of change. Your sloppy hacks produce quantity @ the cost of quality to benefit the greedy & satisfy the needy, becoming seedy to the logic of reason. Correct your inputs to render outputs worth tender & please remember, it’s what’s within the frame that’s important, so get it right.