I thought
We were
Past this.
Look at us!
We're people
Too.
Do we not breathe?
Do we not
Feel?
We're no different.
Other than that
'Infant Blood-Feast' thing.
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16 comments:
ew...just a little satanic
No kidding! That's just gross, Reogan.
See, even now your prejudice colors all you say.
This is not prejudice! The phrase "infant blood-feast" is demonic, despicable, and cruel. Those are just the facts; live with it.
It's also delicious.
I'm just sayin'.
Reogan, I literally almost threw up when I read that! That is... I can't even think of a word!!!!! UGH!!!!!!
More importantly, since when do you use words like, "sayin'"?
The word you were looking for is mouthwatering.
I also believe I can use any words I choose.
I chose sayin'.
Ugh! Just stop, or I really will be ill!
That happens if you eat too much of their tender organ meats. Just use more blood, and you'll feel better.
I'm done. I am so done with arguing with you online. Whatever. If I keep this up, I really will be sent to the nuthouse. Or have you committed. Or both.
If both, we can hold Blood-Feasts of our own! Assuming we can find infants...
Elphaba:
"I'm done. I am so done with arguing with you online. Whatever. If I keep this up, I really will be sent to the nuthouse. Or have you committed. Or both."
The nuthouse it is then...
Hey, I've been arguing with this guy longer then you have and I'm not going to any nuthouses...
Meh. The world is an asylum. Why build any more?
You did say you were building worlds...
All of which make more sense than reality.
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