“Everything must come to an end.” Did I just tell you I’m dying, or that I finished The Legend of Zelda?
There’s also the excitement of trying not to throw up. If you have to vomit, there’s a whole ocean available.
Better to be in a state of terrified anxiety that your autopilot could end your life at any moment.
I’ve given up hope when I see the cabinet door swing open, and your big, dumb hand comes lurching toward me.
The irony is that your mushroom superfood promises me more energy, which I wish I had now, so I could resist ordering it.
I feel like I know you. The surveillance software used to monitor your workflow has been telling me what a great person you are.
I only have dry toast. Hope you like millet bread. I’ll just cut the mold off, and we’ll be good to go.
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