God was either gonna hit the reset button, and since he was rather full of himself I doubted it, or it was gonna be some dream/reboot thing. And…simulation, great.
I don’t know how many times I flipped the bird when he began a rant randomly, I sometimes said out loud “get on with it!” I get you have to get that word count, but by the gods, message received. Punchline and point has already made bail for assault and I’m more than aware of tropes and how I’m a piece of shit in some new way usually for mere existence. the soapbox is sagging, get off it!
Funny as ever, can’t wait for the next one. Stop hitting me with the fish already.