…Right next to the oil furnace in the basement, trying to figure out how to rig it to blow and burn the place down.

“An admirer of the physical sciences are we, sir? Jolly good. Let me get the special tools.”

The… What?

that’s what I think of when I think Nixon.

Well, no. But that was rather my point: As helpful as I think infrequent responsible use of hallucinogens can be for those already given to self-reflection, when a person who’ve spent their entire life dodging their moral obligations and rationalizing away their doubts is suddenly confronted with exactly who and what they are and left with no way out, the results are not often beneficial.

Either it would have inspired some much needed self-awareness, empathy and consciousness of guilt, or… It would have driven him to fervently implement his 12 hour long Boschian hell-vision.

Aguiar, Ana C. Barbosa, et al. “A laboratory model of Saturn’s North Polar Hexagon.” Icarus 206.2 (2010): 755-763.

In addition to the rampant pedophilia problems, did anybody else catch Baszucki talking about Polymarket integration? Yeah, let’s add gambling to the mix. /s

I have no idea why any parent would let their kid anywhere near this dumpster fire.

You’re selling cheetahs short here. I’m confident that they’re perfectly capable of face-munching.

…Fell free to put it to the test and prove me wrong though.

More than you’d enjoy.

You might be suffering from a stroke. I know I am after reading that title.

Just imagine it lapping at the juices leaking from the shredded remains of your face. Glad to help!

Uh, that’s… Shit! I was going to sleep soon too!

“…That’s a moth, you idiot.”

“It’s biology. You wouldn’t understand.”

Pft. Ahaha!

“We have no idea where they’re hiding the real program. This is clearly just the decoy we were meant to find!”

“How can you be sure?”

“It’s obvious: There would be no point if this was all they had.”

Nice. If you decide to try it, I’d certainly be interested in hearing how it turned out.

Good question. Maybe just lightly basted with just a smidgen of some light oil. Unfortunately I haven’t got an air fryer.

That looks delicious, and healthy given the nature of the sauce and that you’ve baked rather than deep-fry them.

“We immediately dispatched a covert team being inserted under the cover of darkness.”

“And?”

“Nothing. Not a damned thing. The only material evidence left is large cardboard camouflage panels and some steel struts. Somehow they must’ve know we were coming. We’ve got no idea how they managed to pack everything up and exfiltrate. It’s maddening.”

2, no contest.