This sort of post is why I get so pissed off at this place, made all the worse because I’ve already agreed, twice, that aging is more important on a scale that there exist no adjectives to even describe, and that I consider this argument pointlessand that I’ve already changed my categorization (right over there, maybe you should read the rest of the thread?).
I’ve also made similar scale arguments in support of other initiatives (on this very article!), and I back them up with action. What the fuck more do you want from me? That I stop caring about humans? That I quit my job and start trafficking slaves to force them to work in our anti-aging mines?
and that I consider this argument pointless and that I’ve already changed my categorization (right over there, maybe you should read the rest of the thread?).
I apologize for not re-reading the other threads on each reply; when I get the red box, I tend to read just that.
That I quit my job and start trafficking slaves to force them to work in our anti-aging mines?
Yes. The spice must flow!
You are one heartless son of a bitch.
I keep it in inside a needle, which is in an egg, which is in a duck, which is in a hare, which is in an iron chest, which is buried under a green oak tree, which is on the island of Buyan, in the ocean. As long as my heart is safe, I shall never die.
This sort of post is why I get so pissed off at this place, made all the worse because I’ve already agreed, twice, that aging is more important on a scale that there exist no adjectives to even describe, and that I consider this argument pointless and that I’ve already changed my categorization (right over there, maybe you should read the rest of the thread?).
I’ve also made similar scale arguments in support of other initiatives (on this very article!), and I back them up with action. What the fuck more do you want from me? That I stop caring about humans? That I quit my job and start trafficking slaves to force them to work in our anti-aging mines?
You are one heartless son of a bitch.
I apologize for not re-reading the other threads on each reply; when I get the red box, I tend to read just that.
Yes. The spice must flow!
I keep it in inside a needle, which is in an egg, which is in a duck, which is in a hare, which is in an iron chest, which is buried under a green oak tree, which is on the island of Buyan, in the ocean. As long as my heart is safe, I shall never die.
Troll.