Oh, deathmaster rag, when can we wipe the sentient smear of fecal matter that is fluffy off the face of this vinyl floor we call earth with the disinfectant wipe of painful killing?
"We the unwilling, led by the unknowning, have been doing the impossible for the ungrateful. In fact, we have been doing so much with so little for so long, we now believe we can do anything, with nothing, in no time at all."
"Neither by chance nor destiny."
Polar Bear. Igloo. Radar. Eggman.
It’s like crack. Crack that slaps you in the face and calls you a ***. And you like it.