Joy to the world, ’cause sin is here! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Explosions have a nice tendency to escalate in the proximity of alcohol, a fact often forgotten that should not be forgotten. Also, elephants smell funny after a few months. Communication with the Death Star has ceased and we have no idea of what condition the core is in; probably near total meltdown, so it’s most likely time to head for the Enterprise and get the fuck out of Dodge on a Space-Pony.
This doesn’t make too much sense and if you are able to make some sense out of it, please let me know, then immediately call your psychiatrist; this is no laughing matter.
It isn’t easy when arguments get out of hand, especially when you end up doing something incredibly stupid, but I mean, isn’t actually half the fun? The blowback, the katharsis, the feeling of finally being done with X-amount of times shit and nonsense? Yes, I finally got out of that cellphone plan. But I did have to sign over the property rights to my genetic code, but that only means I don’t have to pay for them myself, they’ll be Nokia’s problem. Or I had a huge conflict of interest with Poland over their foreign exchange programs. Something like that.
Still a bastard and loving it.