“Oh Brother! I just cannot believe how much shit you’re throwing out that window. Don’t you care about the environment? And don’t tell me that it’s all good ‘cos it’ll just be chow time for some bullshit rat-beasts, cos that little Styrofoam tub o’ beans, and your frickin’ spork there, ain’t bein’ eaten by nobody, and even if they could be, who the shit wants to start feedin’ rats anyhow, you sick sonofabitch?”
“Pardon me, Missy, but you see, aha, well, yes, aa, Chaos, you see, Chaos teaches us that while I may dispose of my Styrofoam bean dispenser and handyman’s spork in a seemingly, aha, or you may at least see it as such, um, irresponsible manner, perhaps, in actual fact I could, um, somehow become responsible for the a, a, a, the next STEP, in the evolutionary cycle. Now, yes, aha, it may be possible if we look through the magnificently dim light of Chaos Theory, that I may actually be, a, providing those which you call “rats”, uh, with the tools to become mighty Generals with command of, hoho, their very own armies! Yes, that’s right, Generals; Generals who, uh, may well fashion tiny protective helmets from my Styrofoam tubs; Generals who send their soldiers out to perform claw-to-claw combat with nothing, you see, NOTHING but the humble spork with which to defend themselves. ERGO, ladycakes, it is now likely, uh, unavoidable in fact, that in 10,000 years from now, uh, HUMUNGOUS Rodent Archaeologists will tunnel their way down into these caverns to, a, unearth this Mystic, uh, this Vital place, right here, where it all began… Undoubtably, haha, I, and My Spork and My Tub, uh, shall be revered as the PROGENITORS of this Inevetible Rodent Future! All hail, a, a, a, little lady, the munificent beauty that is Chaos.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“Oh, yes, a, clever girl.”
No comments:
Post a Comment