owning teh tankies w/ facts & logic by shidding out of my doo doo ass

Kim could save blanche and harry could destroy Stanley

SUGGESTION [Medium: Failure] The words drown in your mouth. You catch a whiff of the 5-day-old briefs you're wearing. Sweat-infused. Piss-stained briefs.

All in the hopes of signaling to others through smell, how much of a *communist* you are.

I assume this is a microtransaction content from za/um’s new mobile game.

MONEEZOBIAN SOCIO-ECONOMICS - 0.000% of Communism has been built. Evil child-murdering trillionaires still rule the galaxy with a shit-eating grin. All he has managed to do is make himself *sad*. He is starting to suspect Faircomb Moneezob *fucked him over* personally with his socio-economic theory.

[ELECTROCHEMISTRY]
Five of you means five times the amphetamines. Five times the vodka. Five times the fun.

[ESPRIT DE CORPS] that’s five missing badges and five missing guns, Harry. They won’t like this at the precinct. You can hear them, taking about you, talking about how Martinaise can’t take two of you, much less five. Do it, Harry. Get rid of them.