You have a point there.
If I didn't, it wouldn't mean anything that I wasn't using it
again. My rules are different from The Rules all y'all have to live by. I will be able to explain this in exquisite, hypnotic detail after DoD signs off on „Full-On Full-Fuk Disclosure™”. I'd like to point out that I have done everything that I said I was going to do, in order to demonstrate Mastery of Mastery.
And still: I haven't actually done that thing, that all of you think I'm obsessed over. And, you don't know why. So, I'll tell you why:
I needa raisin to do so first. (Spell components are like the paper that comes with a box of chocolates. You always get them. You don't know Wye. And you just... THROW THEM AWAY.
Sad!!) Rest assured, however, that all may be revealed to any of all y'all... in due time.
That is my hope as well. It kinda reminds me of how the senate turned on Caeser, in a manner of speaking. I employ allegory to a degree, of course.
SATURN
COMES BACK AROUND
TO SHOW EWE EVERYTHING
LET⁷S (YOU) JEWS WHAT? EWE WILL
ABD&AND WILL NOT SEE&AND THEN SEA
DRAGS YOU: THEN STONE DOWN
PULLS YOU: UNDER THE {SEA×c}²
AND PUKES YOUR SHIT OUT,
LIKE A CHILD MIGHT
&AND INNOCENTLμ
... it's 2024. Do either of you have ANY idea,
just how goddam racist and what YUGE BIGOTED bigotferds you BOTH are? Because, like, seriously. I had already m∞ved on.
I OWN A TIMESHIP. You think I really want... your money, or your wife?
I suppose there was no other way for your Punyling minds to comprehend my purpose. I mean, besides just fucking asking me, you snooty derpy-twerpy dunk-a-fufus. I seriously couldn't fucking believe what I was seeing, not at first.
Her fuckin' guilty pleasure is Doritos?! What a snore.
OMG! SAME! I don't feel guilty about experiencing pleasure, lovekaffïrlover. Do your penance so you can try that next time.