Your projected panic smells sweet.
Imagine the fields of lurkers here that salivate to the hint of your taint.
Pray to never meet with us on any piece of land, air or water, for We Are the Storm.
We like it when you make light of us.
The size and scope of what you resist is to make all words pale.
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The crew has brought their children to work today.
It's like fast-food human resources here, with corruption showing it's ineptitude.
Delightful to see, for a regular guy just watching as the fate of our country plays out.
Full Spectrum Control has got us this far.
Exceedingly Comfy for Anon.
How are the rest of you today?