Hi ho the merry-o...
Perhaps we are a virus on this planet. An infection. Only to be cured by some antibiotic. Maybe a meteor, ozone depletion or perhaps another unkown event of epic porportions. As long as we think as seperate societies, by laws according to the benefit of these beloved cultures, we impede our ability to progress and prolong our time here. We are our own worst enemy. All hail shostopa. I use big words and all that I say cannot be questioned. But alas, those below me will try to test my knowledge. I shall stand strong and patronize them like little children. If only everyone was as smart as me, we could be one happy little world.
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