“What yall’s didn’t know was that the ACTUAL Mark o’ the Beast is a blue verified checkmark on ya Twitter. Uh huh. You live tweet from them FEMA camps! See how that goes for ya!”
It sounds exciting when the scientists say they want to copy your brain to run a robot that they’re gonna send to another planet, but then the robot is out there in space having the adventures and you’re still on this dying meat planet, so whatevs. I don’t even care that they didn’t pick me.
“We wership sea in my village. Tozz all enemies into sea. Wir inland, so ‘sea’ is big mudpit. God of sea loves mud. Everyone die in mud.”
I don’t always know what these characters are talking about. Sometimes I just start typing.