Quit being a little bitch, Billy. He’s not even facing you; just backstab him and collect your experience points and we’ll pawn his gear in the morning.

Politics, obviously.

Human: you look like a filthy [insert fantasy race here] and I hate you.

I want to cry but there aren’t enough tears.

There’s three hamsters running on a wheel in shifts up in my skull.

There’s a bunch that turn out to be idiots just regurgitating the description of a creature they recently saw in a movie.

I guess washing stainless steel is against their religion.

Existence. It’s also a paradox because without existence it’s impossible to be either evil or necessary.

It’s a place where men are men and pigs are nervous.

Hamsters? I didn’t know y’all enough to trust you with cats or dogs outright.

How long until some TikTok dipshit makes a short about eating them with hot sauce or something?

My chromosomes. The X and Y work together in semi-functional unison to make me the man I am today.

Ain’t you redneck chucklefucks glad you voted red? Enjoy losing your farm.

Also it’s makes their metaphorical dicks hard. Maybe their literal dicks too, idk.

But consider… Steam Deck.

It’s almost like if you piss off your users then they’ll ditch you.

Honestly of they could program a halfway decent AI therapist then art least it could take some of the load off our already insufficient mental health professionals by dealing with the lighter-weight cases, leaving the psychotherapists free to deal with the especially sick people.

I’m disabled and can’t afford a working computer to play video games, you rich motherfucker.

If we really were to be in the Matrix that’s fine, but could I maybe ask for some better living conditions? Maybe be able to actually afford things without constant worry and anxiety over whether I can pay the rent.