hey man is everything ok? I noticed when we fled a scary cave you ran head first into every single stalactite, and every single stalagmite you tried to hurdle hit you squarely in the crotch—meanwhile i was weaving though the very same obstacles with no issue, like the wind itself
most insulting gift is the umbrella. you're basically saying "i hope you get rained on, and when you do, remember it was me—not you—who saved you from your thoughtlessness and improvidence" make sure you look them in the eye when you present the umbrella
hey man is everything ok? I noticed your data recording instruments were registering a profusion of unprecedented and fragmentary signals, indicating that some kind of outlandish activity capable of defeating all of your attempts at analysis was at hand
If people are fighting for an orb you are reading fantasy. If people are fighting for a cube you are reading sci-fi. If it has more sides than that. I dont know. I dont know man.