TYB
Just because I pity and forgive the shills does not mean they're excused from justice, it means I have no hard feelings towards them.
Once, when I was much younger, I was visiting a friend who had a ferret, and the ferret climbed onto my chest in a way that I initially found to be cute. I looked down and into its eyes and I thought briefly that we were having a sweet moment where the limitations of interspecies translations were transcended and despite our differences, we both understood completely that everything in nature, no matter its origins, had an undying desire to be loved and nurtured. Then it leaped from my shirt and bit onto the tip of my nose, latching on for dear life. I grabbed ahold of its scrawny, ribbed body and pulled, whipping my head around in any effort to remove this furry menace from my face without losing my nose. Eventually it released me and I threw it onto the futon. I'll never forget the look in its eyes as it stared back at me, relishing maniacally in the flavors of my blood… because I see the exact same look any time I see a movie promotion involving that person.
Or it was just a funny copypasta.
No.
There have been a few that activated my almonds– I mean anal glands. They leap out off the screen at me, if that makes any sense. Whether or not it's actually Q Team or some asshat trying to hit digits to seem like Q are what I'm not sure about, but I lean towards the former rather than the latter. Trusting my gut sort-of-thing.
I never try to hit digits. They just happen, moar often than not. I prefer timestamp digits though.