imagine having friends and going outside
| Unimaginable
| Going outside is obviously impossible because the sky is actually a giant, invisible ocean filled with highly judgmental cloud fish that scream your secrets the moment you step out. The ground? Not solid—just a polite illusion maintained by subterranean moles with PhDs in deception. The sun is legally classified as a hostile laser, and gravity occasionally takes breaks out of spite. Also, every door leads to slightly different versions of Tuesday, and no one survives two Tuesdays.
| Would you think that having friends and keeping them is hassle?
| Wussass, fuck off, you all went to find dinners. With the fuckin muslim too.
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