I’m only nine, but it’s obvious to me that what they’re calling “the real world” isn’t real. I’m not a genius, but since I don’t have much of a stake in the game, it’s easy for me to see that the bosses and workers are playing at something that is out of sync with human nature and the planet.
Okay, maybe I am a genius.
I, Satan, want to thank you, all of you, my indispensable magnificent fiends!
By successfully imputing my values onto my nemesis Jesus Christ, you have swayed millions to my side. For this, I am grateful.
Let me be more specific. And let us, together, celebrate our triumph.
There was a giant asteroid hurling towards Earth. Everyone agreed—correctly—that the asteroid’s trajectory was not caused by human beings. So, everyone forgot about it and perished without complaint in a giant fireball.
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