Wow! That’s a lot of death! I’m sure you guys are all really proud of yourselves, but there comes a time when you have just got to grow up a bit. I remember being a kid like it was yesterday. One time, my friend, Noah, and I turned a Super-Soaker into a flame-thrower by filling it with gasoline. Man! We burned the shit out of some ants! Granted, they started things by biting our asses first, so yah, we figured that they deserved it.
Obviously, our brains were not fully developed at that time, so I am sympathetic to your plight. You are all going through some changes, and having a little trouble finding your place in the world. Just give it some time.
Whoa! Those squirt guns are huge! Seriously. Put that thing down for a little while. What the hell is that anyways? Is that an M-16? No? It’s an RPG? No? It’s a rocket-launcher? No? It’s a remotely piloted drone, isn’t it? No? Then it’s a tank, for sure. No? It’s a Suzuki filled with explosives? No? What on earth? Why don’t you just tell me what it is?
Why are you wearing that dumb looking vest? And why are you carrying that big-ass knife? That’s not a box cutter. That’s a freakin scimitar, man. Chill out.
You know what? I decided long ago to just walk around the anthills, and mind my own business. That might sound corny to you kids, but it’s a helluva lot easier for everyone. Could you give me a hand with this leaf-blower?
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