Here we go.
Christopher & I are making babies. Yesh, a sense of reproduction. It means? Entertainment value. What kind of entertainment value? The kind an individual can't help but admire.
Babies, yesh. Products of two very obscenely, sincere sarcastic minds. Brilliant. What will the prodigies be bred to do? Take over the country, doi. Bred to be the finest consumers. Consuming what? EVERYTHING. Taking over this country at ease. Not with malicious intent. Pfft. Overrated.
Obesity, out the door. Poorly invented economies, aboloshied. People with a lack of sense and/or intelligence--excommunicated FO SHO.
EDIT: This is only if we can bypass regular military belief & have it based off a video game ideology. Yeah, yeah. We're all down for spartan lasers & crazy sniper/shot gun moments just as a form of making rank so we could inevitably be revitalized moments after we died. Yeah, immortality. Fountain of youth is actually a zombie pond. THANK GOD FOR ZOMBIES.
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