Fifty-Seven
I’ve found a way to solve world hunger!
Does it involve eating the rich?
What? Why are you asking that?
The revolution has very specific dietary requirements.
I’ve found a way to solve world hunger!
Does it involve eating the rich?
What? Why are you asking that?
The revolution has very specific dietary requirements.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
This is New Jersey.
Wanna go to Rome?
Amazing! I’ve learned to speak Spanish after only five hours with this app.
What can you say?
Me gustan las tortugas.
Fascinating.
I thought you were on a diet.
There are children starving in places that are not here.
What does that have to do with anything?
I dunno, schadenfreude?
This bank is too big.
Too big to fail?
No, volumetrically. The ambiance is all wrong.
Leave it to capitalism to demand the mass, simultaneous consumption of some artificially scarce media property lest it be “spoiled” by virtue of being experienced in a manner unauthorized by the latest gatekeeper of a tired trope.
What are you saying Chang?
Dumbledore dies.
And so you see Zalmux, the magic was inside you all along!
Where’s my money Chang?
Amazing! I have accumulated one million points!
I only count 999,998 points.
Eh, who’s counting?
Everyone.
I want to vote for this political candidate. He is interesting and relatable.
Is that the only thing you care about?
Yes. See, he enjoys sugary pies and fried meats. But not at the same time, ha ha! Truly sir, you are qualified to steward our weapons of mass destruction.
Well, that sucked.
It could always be worse.
How could it — wait, don’t say it.
Snakes.
Hello, would you mind opening this door for me? I don’t have hands.
Dammit Chang.