If you didn't already realize it, the LARP is over.
We can't even get a real baker anymore, other than notepad dude, he's cool!
Sit on your asses, nerds.
Your Republic is burning and you still trust muh plan.
Your Mom's face is like a blank canvas to my penis' jackson pollock masterpiece.
You!
It's over.
Q was just a campaign larp.
It's way past time to fucking stand up.
See you on the other side!
What does that even mean?
Wake the fuck up.
…or sit on your fat ass and hope for a miracle.
I'm not gonna wonder what might have been.
I'm going out like I came in.
Screaming and covered with someone else's blood.
I suggest you do the same.