Really, it's such a one-trick pony. Sure, you've got rational thought but then what? But madness, ooh, ooh, the options are sky-high! I was walking down the street today when a large badger tried to mug me fortunately I had my spork on me, and dispatched it easily- but oh, those badgers have friends. Powerful people. Those damn birds kept crapping on my head. So I spent the rest of the day finding their nests and crushing their eggs while shouting vile obscenities about their mothers. Strange how they made their nest in Styrofoam containers in refrigerators, but either way some old woman with an apron started shouting at me and told me to leave but I told her that I was in the in the middle of an important interrogation but she wouldn't listen. I went to grab my spork, but she got a broom and scared me off so I left and grabbed a trashcan before the birds could renew their attack and beat her to death with it then stole this traitor's skin and wore it for an undercover mission but got distracted by this interesting butterfly that landed on some flowers that I then crushed and laughed at for being so fragile. And these women kept pushing these weird roller things that cried when I grabbed them and pushed them down a steep hill to laugh at the woman trying to catch it but then some guys in black and white cars with blinky lights came and started shouting at me so I started crying but then when one walked up to me I stole his gun and shot him and then the others shot me but I shot them too and I started shooting those damn birds before they could start their attack again but ran out of ammo and I went back to smashing the eggs I had missed.
Damn seals.
Topic: Sanity is for the weak. (Read 2096 times)
