[Because it is bullshit. It's bullshit on at least two levels and Hank walks along, mostly not stumbling, and tries to decide which one needs to be argued with the most.]
You can't fuckin try to guilt trip me for leaving the poor brave little toaster all on his lonesome when you were just telling me how damn close you two are, like being born on the same ball of shit gives us some deep connection that no one else could ever hope to understand.
[Or Hank could try to tackle all the different flavors of bullshit at once. That works too.]
Is that a thing where you're from, some woo-woo mystic connection that makes everyone on Earth or fantasy-Mars or wherever just love and adore each other, or do you just like guilting people into doing what you want instead of listening?
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[Because it is bullshit. It's bullshit on at least two levels and Hank walks along, mostly not stumbling, and tries to decide which one needs to be argued with the most.]
You can't fuckin try to guilt trip me for leaving the poor brave little toaster all on his lonesome when you were just telling me how damn close you two are, like being born on the same ball of shit gives us some deep connection that no one else could ever hope to understand.
[Or Hank could try to tackle all the different flavors of bullshit at once. That works too.]
Is that a thing where you're from, some woo-woo mystic connection that makes everyone on Earth or fantasy-Mars or wherever just love and adore each other, or do you just like guilting people into doing what you want instead of listening?