Their fingers will be coated in butter

maybe, if we’re lucky, we’ll have satellites hovering around each one of us. just like insects. never giving us a moments peace while screaming advertisements into our faces and coercing us into some labor against our will. the great thing is they will never stop.

I mean, you put a bib on him. He’s a hungy lil baby

My favorite argument is that I was given access to Super God when I a child. Which gives me access to Super Heaven when I die. It’s waaaaay better that regular heaven. You keep praying to regular god or whatever, you mud dwelling peasant. I’ll be looking down on you from Super Heaven and laughing for Extra Eternity.