Seventy-Seven
I disagree.
You raise a fair point.
I disagree.
You raise a fair point.
This is a safe space Zalmux. There is no judgement here.
I overcook expensive cuts of meat.
Get out.
All of your performance metrics are in the red this quarter Chang. What do you have to say for yourself?
I am colorblind.
Drink the rich!
Don’t you mean “eat the rich”?
No. Would you like a milkshake?
Welcome back to the Supreme Leader Debates! Cthulhu, how do you respond to allegations that your plan for socialized healthcare is a really a guise for bringing about 1000 years of darkness and enslaving the human race?
That’s fake news.
It was not.
Wait your turn.
I have no hands.
Ugh, there was mustard on my shirt. My boss probably thinks I’m a total slob.
This is good. It means he is perceptive. Your stocks will surely trend in an upwards direction over a sufficiently long period of time.
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But not too long, because in the end we are all dead.
Drat. They forgot to hold the mayo.
Do you require vengeance?
Huh? How would that work?
Unexpectedly.
All I’m saying is … it feels good to be part of something bigger than yourself.
I know, right?
Go away Cthulhu.
You should get more sleep Zalmux.
Can’t. Gotta catch ‘em all.
Why?
I have it on good authority that my life would otherwise be meaningless.
Life is terrible.
At least you have hands.
You’re a snake! You don’t need hands.
Really Zalmux? Let them eat dirt?
Et tu Chang?