Imagine a fish, one glowing, sparkling with shining colors and hues. The fish swims, moving ever along in the sea that is life.
You want me to scratch a fish? Wouldn't that be cruel and unusual, nasty and mean?
Exactly!
Oh. All right then.
Ahh! There's a bunch of sharks! That was an idiotic idea, why on earth would you do it?
You told me t-
Shut up!
Well. That seems to have failed spectacularly. Now what are we supposed to do?
Build something? I prefer destruction. People say that those who are truly evil cannot stand to build, to create, only to destroy.
That seems to have hit the nail on the head. I don't know though, I far prefer hitting people on the head, especially if we're using the same hammer we used for the nail.
Why would you build if it's just going to break? Why would you create something which will simply be destroyed anyway, if not now then in 5, 10, 20 years.
Unless it happens to be for the purpose of more destruction. Then I understand it. This is why we produce peanut butter.
I should probably go deal with the assassin hanging in my closet. Another idiot tried to kill me yesterday.
I really don't understand these people. Yes, actually killing me is their only hope for survival, but don't they know that failing will make it so much worse?
Now what to use... I haven't used the stretching table in ages, but I recently got some hooks I've been meaning to try out.
Both, maybe? That might be a bad idea, he probably won't survive long as it is.
Perhaps I should use the peanut butter...
You know, a friend recently said to me "I don't think peanut butter itself is evil. It's simply one of those forces, originally neutral, which can be utilized for good or for evil."
He's wrong, of course. It may seem that way, but the peanut butter always ends up corrupting its wielder.
Maybe that's how I turned out the way I did. Food for thought.
Why would your thoughts need food anyway? It seems like something so simple, they exist in their own rite, create in their own write, consider as they right, it simply seems wrong.
In any case, I'd forgotten how much fun it is to end in the middle of-
-hyperbole out.
