I like to anger the elder platypus gods by defecating in their ponds and streams while singing The Final Countdown at the top of my lungs, they hate that
Just as the eternal ribbon of cows trudge ever forward even as they watch their brothers and sisters slaughtered just before them only to bleed out and sluice through the industrial machines .so do weI. we must and thus we live. Only to die. Alone
Please continue to eat arbys