Lmao! You're a shill! Who's a shill? I'm a shill! Everyone's a shill! Shill! Shill! Shilly shill!
Walls are great. I love walls. Except when they move five feet left as I'm trying to find a pisser after my sixth shot of whiskey.
I have hope, too fren.
And whiskey.
Whiskey makes this slow ass movie move on quicker.
…. Or so it's perceived.
Sound's about right!
It's like day drinking!
Without that burning ball of helium fucking up my buzz!
Let's force it. Cut the 4-6% and call it an acceptable loss.
"It's fkn cold. My boots are wet. But fukkit, let's go"
Have a git of freedom, though in a few centuries you won't understand it's worth and will rush to give it up?
It's war. Use every advantage to survive.
No worries. Eights look like elevens all the time. Math is racist anyway.
Quitters are never winners!
Glass up and down to you, chief! See you on the other side! Or not. Siesta, you said?