I went out to socialize. Quite overrated, considering how many times I had to go inside to socialize. False advertising I say…only once…
I am actually one of the best cannibal cooks this side of the Horsehead Nebula. I make a mean chicken in a cone. Considering I used it to kill a homeless man and steal a lollipop from a child, it stuck to it’s reputation.
Try to imagine a big world, and in this big world are people, living normal lives. Now imagine all of these people discover that there is no Santa. All at the same time. Mass. Suigenehomocide. Eating glass no less. That and you have a sick imagination.
So my opinion is that life doesn’t give me enough cake, so I hate it. Next question.