This is what I come home to when I leave my sister alone.
I see a little silhouetto of a man
TELL ME AGAIN THAT’S NOT A+++ CASTING
I’m not handicapped. I’m not saddled with a soul. In fact, I used to skipper this meatboat for a while. It was smooth sailing. I was sharp, strong. That is, ‘til they crammed your soul back in. Now look at you. Same misty-eyed milksop you always were. That’s because souls are weak. They’re a liability. Now, nothing personal, but run the numbers. Someone’s got to take charge around here, before it’s too late.
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