|Let's just flush superbad into space.|
in an ideal world i would live alone on a huge spaceship with a large queue of sexy virgin's in cryofreeze. when i got the urge i would select one to be thawed on a non-Windows OS computer. after having my way with them, if they asked anything too personal, like my name, i'd hit a big red panic button and have them flushed into space. then i'd eat some souvlaki and log on to a feminist forum and tell them how deeply i cared about their cause. "you're right Sarah! i think twats should rule the world... YAAY TWATS!" then till the wee hours i would work on my mangina annihilation ray. when perfected i'd pull up to earth, get on a 100 million watt transmitter, and announce, while sipping ouzo, "you all got 24 hours to get the f*ck out".
Yeah. Good luck with that.
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