am i sure the death star is going down? look at my quant. look at him! you notice anything different about him? look at his eyes. i’ll give you a hint—his name’s a fucking number!! he doesn’t even speak english—it’s all beep-boop shit!! yeah, i’m sure.
going to mcdonald’s for my lunch break and eating two spicy chicken sandwiches and ice cream so that my gut microbiome explodes and i get to go home early
sorry about the blood. the last person who came to my temple of worship was crushed tragically by a falling rock because he failed to bring me little cakes. you did… bring me .little cakes didn’t you.?
HORRIBLE: the way you acted around someone has permanently added a vector of possibility to how they understand you as a person, permanently changing their view of you away from a pure, untainted state